Deadpool Prime

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[primewadewilson]

Hi! My Name's Wade Wilson, and I identify as...

everyone's fucking problem now, and you better fucking like it.

I'm also known as Deadpool, the Merc with the Mouth, Mouth (Affectionately), Mouth (Derogatory), Gods Perfect Idiot, El Cancer, Marvel Jesus, Jabbering Buttplug, Red and whatever name you decide to call me. ;)

This blog is strictly adults only. Anyone under 18, get out/salir/aussteigen/出て行け (deteike). That means minors, do not interact.

I like dancing, long walks in the void, Hugh Jackman, and getting stabbed repeatedly by 6 adamantium claws. I've got every form of cancer known to man, and some not known to man. Don't ask me how I got it, but I probably got it from Cable (that son of a bitch). That's half the reason why I look like I got face-fucked by a long, winding country road. You can thank some fucker named Francis for getting me stuck like this. (He's the other half of the reason)

Shoot me an ask, if you'd like! I don't bite...or do I?

Only one way to find out.

[thecoolestpool]

Hey, Dad! Should have expected you’d be on here too

(@regenera-teen-degenerate)

Ellie…?

Sorry, but uh…you got the wrong Deadpool, kid. I don’t have a daughter. There’s a bunch of other Deadpools around here though, so one of them might be your dad…

[regenera-teen-degenerate]

Oh man. How many Deadpools exactly? I mean, it was weird coming across two Cyclopseses, but this is even weirder.

Sorry I bothered you!

[spidey-dad]

There's also @primewadewilson, he's totally the type to have a kid and forget about them.

[primewadewilson]

Excuse you! I’m sorry I have the memory of a damn — shit I forgot. Blame my cancer for that! Anyways— RUDE!

[spidey-dad]

Well, do you have a kid you temporarily misplaced, or not? It should be an easy question!

[primewadewilson]

I don’t know. Maybe? Do you really think I’d remember something like that?

[thecoolestpool]

Hey, Dad! Should have expected you’d be on here too

(@regenera-teen-degenerate)

Ellie…?

Sorry, but uh…you got the wrong Deadpool, kid. I don’t have a daughter. There’s a bunch of other Deadpools around here though, so one of them might be your dad…

[regenera-teen-degenerate]

Oh man. How many Deadpools exactly? I mean, it was weird coming across two Cyclopseses, but this is even weirder.

Sorry I bothered you!

[spidey-dad]

There's also @primewadewilson, he's totally the type to have a kid and forget about them.

[primewadewilson]

Excuse you! I’m sorry I have the memory of a damn — shit I forgot. Blame my cancer for that! Anyways— RUDE!

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I've been to plenty of therapy, thank you very much. Eating my feelings is fine. It's not like I can fight them out, or go on murder sprees, like some people.... And I like sitting on rooftops... they're high up, quiet, you can see everything..."

Peter mutters to himself as Wade lets him in and he sits on the couch. He immediately pulls his mask up past his nose and takes a taco from the bag, unwrapping and devouring it ravenously, talking with his mouth full.

"I'll take a coke. The brown fizzy kind. And wash your hands please, I'm allergic to the white powdery kind..."

A moan can be heard from the other room. "Fuck, man. These are good. I have to remember that food truck. If you don't buy them out every day, that is."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smiled as he grabbed two cans of coke out of the fridge, setting them aside as he listened to Peter talk. Sure, he's been to therapy, yet the man seems to like his attention and plays it off as if he's disgusted by him half the time. "Alright judgy mcjudgerson. We both know that vigilantism rides a fine line between what is legal and what's not, with the right to enforce your perception of justice, right? Your perception of justice is different than mine, so how are you no better than me? How can you be the hand of the law and say the way I seek justice is worse than yours?" Wade turned around, leaning himself back against the kitchen counter as he cracked open his can of pop, taking a sip. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on the counter a few moments later when Peter asked him to wash his hands. "Alright, daddy. I will, just for you." Wade said with a smartass smirk and a wink before he turned to wash his hands quickly, only to stop when he heard Peter moan and comment on the taco. "Do you only moan like that for your food, or can I hear that again in my bed?" Wade asked as he dried off his hands and grabbed their drinks, joining Peter on the sofa.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter rolls his eyes, finishing the last bite and picking up another taco to unwrap. But he smiles and blushes a little, the hangry having been cut back already, his moodiness somewhat abated.

"I only sound like that if you're doing a really good job. And whoever cooked this, did."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully now.

"Our senses of justice might be different, but at least I don't act like I'm solely responsible for doling out punishment. I'm only there because the cops aren't doing their job. I still believe in the justice system, a jury of your peers, an impartial judge. At least in theory...I just help them get the right bad guys, not the poor saps who are dealing dope to buy baby wipes. That's why I don't like to use force unless I have to, because who knows what people are going through, you know? I don't think just anybody deserves to get their teeth mashed in. Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe they got roped into a gang as kids. You never know."

He takes another bite, stopping to close his eyes and relish it.

"...And believe me, I can deal force if I want to. I have to pull every punch, at least on normal humans. I could easily kill people, so fighting is usually more an exercise in restraint than catharsis."

He smirks a little, not looking at Wade, but wondering what the immortal Merc with self-destructive tendencies thinks about his little humble-brag.

[primewadewilson]

Wade raised a brow, remembering Peter had made that exact same noise when he was getting railed in the pedo's penthouse and a smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed another taco from the bag. He unwrapped it and started eating, sitting back on the sofa. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, getting comfortable. "Hey, more power to ya for your moral compass. I just merc who I'm paid to merc. No-good cheating scumbag of a husband is on that card? Got it. Abusive boyfriend? Sure. Only thing I won't go near is kids. And I trust the American judicial system as much as I trust my own damn mind, buddy. If I gotta be judge, jury and executioner for a fuckwit who was dumb enough to piss someone off to get their name on a gold card, then they might as well deserve it. I just like doin' my homework on why they got their name on that card in the first place." Wade shrugged, only to cackle when Peter mentioned pulling his punches. "Oh, I know you pull your punches, Petey. Been punched by a few of you spidey-folks before and one of 'em did not pull his punches. Took me a few hours to recover from the hole in my chest, but you guys aren't takin' me down that easy." Wade smirked and gave Peter a playful wink.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Hey, you asked." He shrugs and sips his coke with a satisfied slurp. "I do have a moral code. Maybe it's my own construction, different from the cops. But at the end of the day, I don't think I'm above the law. I don't think anyone is."

He shakes his head in amusement. "You must have really pissed that spider person off for a full-force chest punch."

He eyes Wade with a raised eyebrow, then turns his body on the couch to face him more.

"At least you have some morals, too. You don't just whore your skills to the highest bidder. Is there any other reason you'd pass on a job, besides kids?"

[primewadewilson]

"So you'd follow the law if it said it's illegal to wear slippers in public after 10pm? Or what about eating peanuts and walking backwards at concerts? That's illegal. It's illegal for a donkey to sleep in a bathtub in Brooklyn. Would you follow those laws? Cause I'd break that shit in an instant. Hell, I think I broke a few of those already." Wade chuckled and shrugged, grabbing a burrito from the bag and taking a large bite. Wade stopped chewing mid-bite at Peter's question, trying to think of a reason for him not to merc someone that wasn't a kid. He pressed his lips into a hard line, chewing on his food again as he sat back on the couch, lost in thought. "Well, I ain't gonna merc a woman for stealing a can of formula. Not gonna merc someone if they killed a cop, cause fuck cops and the racist system they work in. I'll merc a racist in a heartbeat though." Wade shrugged again and went back to eating his burrito happily. "And the spider-person that punched me? Dared him to do it. Wanted to see how much restraint you spider-folk really have." Wade chuckled and winked.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Pfft. Now that sounds like a spider-person. I believe it. Heck, I'd probably do it."

He rolls his eyes and sips his drink, and then looks back at Wade, pointing a finger at him.

"Oh, so you want to ask hypotheticals? Cuz yours are all insanely unrealistic. And I don't even want to know why you're dragging donkeys into bathtubs. But for what it's worth, I do have my own morals, too. I'm not just out here enforcing any law that's on the books, I'm trying to get bad guys. You know, people who hurt people. People who steal things, and not just to support themselves. Supervillains. Crime bosses."

He sits back, a little self-satisfied.

"The kind of people who hire you to get rid of their enemies."

He takes another sip, but doesn't wait long to finish his tirade.

"Yeah, let's talk hypotheticals. Let's talk about the kinds of people who have money to kill people, and the kinds of people they want to kill. What if it was a domestic dispute? What if it was a crime lord trying to kill off witnesses? Do you not even interrogate those kinds of motives? Because it seems to me that the vast majority of people who want to kill people actually don't have a good reason..."

[primewadewilson]

"And I took out a yakuza crime boss and his goons, and they haven't even seen any prison time, if you know what I mean." Wade flashed a smug grin and a playful wink. "Would you have tried to stop the person who put that Yakuza bosses name on that gold card, or would you have let it go?" Wade asked as he sat back, taking a sip of his soda. "Because murder is murder is murder, Spidey. The world ain't gonna stop turnin' just because people kill other people. The whole sense of right and wrong is a made up moral concept made by humans to govern other humans. Frankly it's exhausting, keeping up with these damn morals. I ain't got time for that shenanigans." Wade prodded Peter's shoulder playfully before he dug back into his food. "N' besides, the best damn thing humanity ever came up with was tacos. Tacos and sex." Wade said through a mouthful of food.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter scowls at Wade. Then he picks up another taco, because he's not done, actually. He stuffs it in his mouth, chewing moodily, then slips coke to wash it down.

"I donno, man. Haven't you ever wanted to be better? To do better? I guess im partly just here because...I would have liked someone like me, to look up to. To know that someone had my back, was watching out for bad guys and protecting the city."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully this time. The words have just come out that way, he didn't mean to get all sentimental and weird.

"Sure, people hurt and kill people every day, but they don't have to. We're not animals, this isn't a nature documentary. There's no food chain. We have a choice."

He gulps down more soda, then smiles and rolls his eyes at himself and his stupid moralizing. "Tacos, yeah. And sex. And movie marathons on cable where they show all the classics, but you can't pause it so you have to just pick a boring time to get snacks."

[primewadewilson]

"The only difference between humans and animals is our ability to reason, my friend." Wade said through a mouthful of taco. "We still got a classification and genus, species, etc., just like every other animal." Wade swallowed down the bite of taco as he started digging through his side table, pulling out a bowl, lighter and a bag of weed he had ground up a few days ago. Tacos always tasted ten times better when high. Wade shook the bag of green over to Spidey with a devious grin. "You partake, compadre? Or you gonna be a spoil-sport about this too?" Wade quickly started packing the bowl, taking a sip of his pop before he lit it up, pressing the mouth of the bowl to his lips. He took a few deep puffs before he sat back, passing the bowl over to spidey.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Well my reasoning says that killing is wrong. Cause I don't wanna be killed. Do unto others as you would...oh, fuck it. It's like talking to a brick wall. A brick wall with a death wish, who doesn't care who he drags down with him..."

He takes another contemplative bite, but his ears perk up when Wade pulls out the weed.

"I have on occasion...prefer an edible but smoking hits faster..."

Weed is just what he needs to shut up his dumb brain. He's going in moral circles, and Wade isn't helping by ducking every one of them. He takes a sip to clean his mouth and then accepts the bowl. He takes a decent hit, but it tickles his throat and turns into a coughing fit.

"Shit, man. Not smooth..." he finally sputters out, handing Wade back the pipe.

[primewadewilson]

"Dead person can't kill you, buddy. Weird reasoning, but I ain't gonna fight ya on your morals." Wade shrugged a shoulder and watched as Peter took the bowl from him, only to inhale then cough horribly a few moments later. The merc frowned, reaching over to pat his back. "Cough it out bud, take a drink. Wanna shotgun the hit instead? Not like we haven't locked lips before." Wade smirked at the offer, almost hoping Peter would agree, because ever since their rendezvous in his mark's penthouse, he'd been craving for more action like that.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Ugh..."

Peter takes a drink of coke and clears his throat the rest of the way. It still tickles, but the weed is good, and he wants more. And he wouldn't mind getting his lips on Wade again. Or shutting them both up, for that matter.

"It's not about the person who's dead or alive. It's about creating the world you want to live in. Fuck, please give me a shotgun. Spider senses aren't made to inhale smoke."

He turns toward Wade on the couch again, resting his elbow on the back and watching him.

[primewadewilson]

Wade chuckled when Peter tried to continue the conversation, rolling his eyes before he pressed the bowl back to his lips, inhaling slowly, deeply. His eyes fluttered closed as he held the smoke in his lungs until his world started spinning before he leaned a bit closer to Peter. He opened his eyes, lifting a hand up to cup Spidey's chin as he leaned forward, tilting his head slightly. Wade's lips were hovering over Peter's, and the closeness sent chills down his spine. He'd been itching for this type of contact again. "Open your mouth for me, handsome." Wade whispered, his voice sounding strained, and once Peter opened his mouth, the merc slowly exhaled, his lips brushing against the other's as he exhaled the smoke into Peter's mouth.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's eyes sag shut as he breaths in the hit, his lips locked against Wade's. His hand feels right on Peter's jaw, his mouth warm and soft. His hot, damp breath is so much smoother than the raw smoke that he can breathe it all in. He pauses for a moment, not moving away, but letting the hit absorb, then lets it go. He clears his lungs, then leans in again to kiss Wade, the cloud of smoke billowing around them. It's slow, sensual, but he sucks his lip in at the end of it. He pulls back and opens hooded eyes to smile.

"That's...so much better. I want more."

Peter straddles Wade's lap, leaning back so he can take another hit, though one hand plays with the weapon harness straps across his chest.

[primewadewilson]

Fuck it felt great to be kissing Peter again; even if it was just supposed to be shotgunning weed. But then Spidey leaned back in after he exhaled the hit and kissed in, their tongues dancing together slowly. And for a brief moment, Wade almost forgot he had a bowl in his hand and they were supposed to be smoking. "Feels so good this way," Wade whispered, pressing the mouth of the bowl back to his lips. He took another deep hit, inhaling slowly until his own lungs burned. He held the hit in his lungs for a few moments, smirking as Peter slid onto his lap, his knees straddling his hips. Wade's hands rested on Spidey's strong thighs, squeezing gently at his muscles as he leaned up to hover his lips over the other's. Wade parted his lips as he pressed his lips to Peter's, exhaling slowly once their lips connected. The more hits he took, the more he just wanted his suit off. He wanted to be touching Peter's bare skin, feel every inch of that man's body against his. Their tongues beat together slowly, and Wade grabbed onto Peter's hips, pulling him closer. "F-fuck.." Wade whispered against Peter's lips.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter sucks in another hit, lifting his chin to blow it out before sinking back down to let his tongue slide back into Wade's mouth. He grinds his hips against Wade's rhythm with their jaws. The weed's starting to go to his head, making it foggy around the edges but laser focused on what's right in front of him, which is Wade.

"Yeah..."

Peter's voice is breathy and scratchy from the smoke and he doesn't have words to say much more. Everything feels so good, he just wants more, wants to be touched everywhere. He strips off his shirt, keeping his mask over his eyes because he's not ready for the face reveal at all, then accepts another hit.

[primewadewilson]

Wade groans softly against Peter's lips as the older man pulled away to exhale the smoke before capturing his lips in a greedy kiss, his tongue sliding against his expertly as their hips connected, grinding against each other. His mind was going a mile a minute, and the more they kissed, the more he tried to bite back soft whimpers and moans of pleasure. Because Peter knew just how to move against him to make it feel exceptionally good. Wade quickly started unbuckling the harnesses, pulling them off and tossing them aside haphazardly before he quickly unzipped the top of his suit just as Peter had peeled off the top of his spidey suit. The merc pulled off his gloves, just so he could touch, his breath catching in his throat at the feel of skin against his own. The last time they fucked, it wasn't this intimate, there wasn't this type of skin-to-skin contact. It was wham bam thank you ma'am type sex, which was fine and dandy but this just made him want to moan out yes daddy into Peter's ear. Wade nipped gently at Peter's lower lip before he trailed kisses down his neck, flicking his tongue into the dip between his collarbone. "Fuck...daddy. Want another hit before we get the show started for our readers?" Wade smirked with a playful wink, looking up at Peter as his fingers started tugging at the hem of his pants.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter runs his hands up Wade's torso, inside his top, pushing the leather aside so he can feel the muscles of his shoulders. Wade feels so good, the texture of his skin providing a sensory maze to get lost in. Peter's body is buzzing and every brush of skin just adds a new frequency, especially the kisses on his jaw. He wants Wade's mouth everywhere on him.

"Hah," Peter snorts out a laugh, suddenly overly amused at Wade's incomprehensible jokes. "Yeah. I hope the writing's good. Daddy needs his dick wet." He doesn't know what the fuck Wade's on about but he's high enough not to care and to play along. Plus he loves how he calls him daddy automatically, like there's no question about it. It's definitely stroking his ego the right way.

He probably doesn't need the last hit but he goes in for it greedily anyway.

[primewadewilson]

Wade takes that final hit, lips pressing to the mouth of the bowl and inhaling slowly before pressing his lips back to Peter's. Kissing Peter was like an automatic thing for him now, his body craved the feel of the other's lips on his, their tongues moving together slowly as he exhaled the hit into Peter's mouth. Wade's fingers tugged at the lower part of Spidey's suit, wanting it off. He was impatient, and he loved how Peter's skin felt against his. He panted and groaned softly as he trailed kisses back down the other's neck, teeth scraping against smooth skin as he let Peter map out every single bump and scar across his torso. There was something so...soothing about the action, and so caring. "Couldn't stop thinking about how you fucked me the other day, daddy. Hadn't felt anything that fucking good in a long time." Wade purred into Peter's ear, rolling his hips up against the other's, gasping at the friction.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter takes the hit in, fully kissing Wade as he inhales, not pulling away this time, just holding them letting it go as they continue to make out so it pours out around them. Whatever modesty he'd held onto, any remnant of shame in what they are doing, has been cleared out like a bong, leaving only empty desire in him that he needs Wade to fill.

He lets the kiss go so they can explore each other more, Wade's mouth and Peter's hands on the other. He wants the kisses everywhere, wants to be naked in bed instead of half dressed on the couch. Fuck, he might take his mask off, like an idiot. He's so beyond caring right now.

He sits up a little, tugging down his waistband with an inviting smile.

"Yeah? You liked that, huh? How bout it's your turn today? You suck me off good enough and I'll let you fuck me. Reward for good behavior."

[primewadewilson]

Wade groans softly against Peter's lips, their tongues dancing together greedily, as if they were thirsty for each other. He rolled his own hips up against the other's, panting softly as they finally broke away. He trailed his lips down Peter's neck, flicking his tongue against a few spots as he raked his nails down his sides. Wade's eyes darted down to Peter's hips, his tongue flicking out against his lower lip as he watched the man tug at the lower half of his suit. His own cock was straining against the thick leather of his own suit, and he was about to start peeling off his own bottoms when Peter's words made his mind shortcircuit. "Fuck...think your cock can handle my mouth, daddy? This tongue ain't just good for talkin'." Wade winked with a smirk, his hands finally going back to work on getting his own pants off.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter sighs as Wade's mouth explores him more. He is good with it, he can already tell, and he does want it all over him. He's gotta remember to ask Wade what strain this is, it's the horniest weed he's had in a long time. All that's in his mind is getting touched and kissed all over and then railed.

"You talk it up this much, baby, I'm expecting greatness."

He laughs lightly as he tugs his pants down a little bit. But it's annoying to get them off on the couch, and he doesn't want to lose the closeness they have. So instead he hooks his arms around Wade's shoulder and neck to hold on to him, and leans in to his ear. He licks around the shell first, then whispers, "Take me to bed, big boy. Then we can see what you and your mouth are good for."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smirked, flicking his tongue against Peter's bare chest, the muscle slowly circling a nipple, teasing along the sensitive nub. His ears perked up when the other man called him 'baby', and he could feel his cheeks flush a faint shade of pink at the pet name. It had been a long while since anyone had given him some sort of pet name, so the praise was going straight to his head, and his cock. He wanted to get his lips over every inch of Spidey's body, so when the other man wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him close, Wade trailed his lips back up Peter's body, kissing along his jawline with a playful smirk. "As you wish, pretty boy." Wade purred into Peter's ear, his fingers gripping onto the other's thighs. He pulled Spidey close before lifting him up, wrapping his legs around his waist as he carefully took him back to his bedroom. As soon as he lowered the other man onto the bed, Wade peeled off the rest of his suit, his hard cock springing free. "Fuck..." Wade whispered as he stepped out of his suit just as his fingers hooked under the hem of Peter's pants, peeling them off of his hips and down his legs just as he leaned over, trailing kisses back down his chest.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I've been to plenty of therapy, thank you very much. Eating my feelings is fine. It's not like I can fight them out, or go on murder sprees, like some people.... And I like sitting on rooftops... they're high up, quiet, you can see everything..."

Peter mutters to himself as Wade lets him in and he sits on the couch. He immediately pulls his mask up past his nose and takes a taco from the bag, unwrapping and devouring it ravenously, talking with his mouth full.

"I'll take a coke. The brown fizzy kind. And wash your hands please, I'm allergic to the white powdery kind..."

A moan can be heard from the other room. "Fuck, man. These are good. I have to remember that food truck. If you don't buy them out every day, that is."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smiled as he grabbed two cans of coke out of the fridge, setting them aside as he listened to Peter talk. Sure, he's been to therapy, yet the man seems to like his attention and plays it off as if he's disgusted by him half the time. "Alright judgy mcjudgerson. We both know that vigilantism rides a fine line between what is legal and what's not, with the right to enforce your perception of justice, right? Your perception of justice is different than mine, so how are you no better than me? How can you be the hand of the law and say the way I seek justice is worse than yours?" Wade turned around, leaning himself back against the kitchen counter as he cracked open his can of pop, taking a sip. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on the counter a few moments later when Peter asked him to wash his hands. "Alright, daddy. I will, just for you." Wade said with a smartass smirk and a wink before he turned to wash his hands quickly, only to stop when he heard Peter moan and comment on the taco. "Do you only moan like that for your food, or can I hear that again in my bed?" Wade asked as he dried off his hands and grabbed their drinks, joining Peter on the sofa.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter rolls his eyes, finishing the last bite and picking up another taco to unwrap. But he smiles and blushes a little, the hangry having been cut back already, his moodiness somewhat abated.

"I only sound like that if you're doing a really good job. And whoever cooked this, did."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully now.

"Our senses of justice might be different, but at least I don't act like I'm solely responsible for doling out punishment. I'm only there because the cops aren't doing their job. I still believe in the justice system, a jury of your peers, an impartial judge. At least in theory...I just help them get the right bad guys, not the poor saps who are dealing dope to buy baby wipes. That's why I don't like to use force unless I have to, because who knows what people are going through, you know? I don't think just anybody deserves to get their teeth mashed in. Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe they got roped into a gang as kids. You never know."

He takes another bite, stopping to close his eyes and relish it.

"...And believe me, I can deal force if I want to. I have to pull every punch, at least on normal humans. I could easily kill people, so fighting is usually more an exercise in restraint than catharsis."

He smirks a little, not looking at Wade, but wondering what the immortal Merc with self-destructive tendencies thinks about his little humble-brag.

[primewadewilson]

Wade raised a brow, remembering Peter had made that exact same noise when he was getting railed in the pedo's penthouse and a smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed another taco from the bag. He unwrapped it and started eating, sitting back on the sofa. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, getting comfortable. "Hey, more power to ya for your moral compass. I just merc who I'm paid to merc. No-good cheating scumbag of a husband is on that card? Got it. Abusive boyfriend? Sure. Only thing I won't go near is kids. And I trust the American judicial system as much as I trust my own damn mind, buddy. If I gotta be judge, jury and executioner for a fuckwit who was dumb enough to piss someone off to get their name on a gold card, then they might as well deserve it. I just like doin' my homework on why they got their name on that card in the first place." Wade shrugged, only to cackle when Peter mentioned pulling his punches. "Oh, I know you pull your punches, Petey. Been punched by a few of you spidey-folks before and one of 'em did not pull his punches. Took me a few hours to recover from the hole in my chest, but you guys aren't takin' me down that easy." Wade smirked and gave Peter a playful wink.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Hey, you asked." He shrugs and sips his coke with a satisfied slurp. "I do have a moral code. Maybe it's my own construction, different from the cops. But at the end of the day, I don't think I'm above the law. I don't think anyone is."

He shakes his head in amusement. "You must have really pissed that spider person off for a full-force chest punch."

He eyes Wade with a raised eyebrow, then turns his body on the couch to face him more.

"At least you have some morals, too. You don't just whore your skills to the highest bidder. Is there any other reason you'd pass on a job, besides kids?"

[primewadewilson]

"So you'd follow the law if it said it's illegal to wear slippers in public after 10pm? Or what about eating peanuts and walking backwards at concerts? That's illegal. It's illegal for a donkey to sleep in a bathtub in Brooklyn. Would you follow those laws? Cause I'd break that shit in an instant. Hell, I think I broke a few of those already." Wade chuckled and shrugged, grabbing a burrito from the bag and taking a large bite. Wade stopped chewing mid-bite at Peter's question, trying to think of a reason for him not to merc someone that wasn't a kid. He pressed his lips into a hard line, chewing on his food again as he sat back on the couch, lost in thought. "Well, I ain't gonna merc a woman for stealing a can of formula. Not gonna merc someone if they killed a cop, cause fuck cops and the racist system they work in. I'll merc a racist in a heartbeat though." Wade shrugged again and went back to eating his burrito happily. "And the spider-person that punched me? Dared him to do it. Wanted to see how much restraint you spider-folk really have." Wade chuckled and winked.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Pfft. Now that sounds like a spider-person. I believe it. Heck, I'd probably do it."

He rolls his eyes and sips his drink, and then looks back at Wade, pointing a finger at him.

"Oh, so you want to ask hypotheticals? Cuz yours are all insanely unrealistic. And I don't even want to know why you're dragging donkeys into bathtubs. But for what it's worth, I do have my own morals, too. I'm not just out here enforcing any law that's on the books, I'm trying to get bad guys. You know, people who hurt people. People who steal things, and not just to support themselves. Supervillains. Crime bosses."

He sits back, a little self-satisfied.

"The kind of people who hire you to get rid of their enemies."

He takes another sip, but doesn't wait long to finish his tirade.

"Yeah, let's talk hypotheticals. Let's talk about the kinds of people who have money to kill people, and the kinds of people they want to kill. What if it was a domestic dispute? What if it was a crime lord trying to kill off witnesses? Do you not even interrogate those kinds of motives? Because it seems to me that the vast majority of people who want to kill people actually don't have a good reason..."

[primewadewilson]

"And I took out a yakuza crime boss and his goons, and they haven't even seen any prison time, if you know what I mean." Wade flashed a smug grin and a playful wink. "Would you have tried to stop the person who put that Yakuza bosses name on that gold card, or would you have let it go?" Wade asked as he sat back, taking a sip of his soda. "Because murder is murder is murder, Spidey. The world ain't gonna stop turnin' just because people kill other people. The whole sense of right and wrong is a made up moral concept made by humans to govern other humans. Frankly it's exhausting, keeping up with these damn morals. I ain't got time for that shenanigans." Wade prodded Peter's shoulder playfully before he dug back into his food. "N' besides, the best damn thing humanity ever came up with was tacos. Tacos and sex." Wade said through a mouthful of food.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter scowls at Wade. Then he picks up another taco, because he's not done, actually. He stuffs it in his mouth, chewing moodily, then slips coke to wash it down.

"I donno, man. Haven't you ever wanted to be better? To do better? I guess im partly just here because...I would have liked someone like me, to look up to. To know that someone had my back, was watching out for bad guys and protecting the city."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully this time. The words have just come out that way, he didn't mean to get all sentimental and weird.

"Sure, people hurt and kill people every day, but they don't have to. We're not animals, this isn't a nature documentary. There's no food chain. We have a choice."

He gulps down more soda, then smiles and rolls his eyes at himself and his stupid moralizing. "Tacos, yeah. And sex. And movie marathons on cable where they show all the classics, but you can't pause it so you have to just pick a boring time to get snacks."

[primewadewilson]

"The only difference between humans and animals is our ability to reason, my friend." Wade said through a mouthful of taco. "We still got a classification and genus, species, etc., just like every other animal." Wade swallowed down the bite of taco as he started digging through his side table, pulling out a bowl, lighter and a bag of weed he had ground up a few days ago. Tacos always tasted ten times better when high. Wade shook the bag of green over to Spidey with a devious grin. "You partake, compadre? Or you gonna be a spoil-sport about this too?" Wade quickly started packing the bowl, taking a sip of his pop before he lit it up, pressing the mouth of the bowl to his lips. He took a few deep puffs before he sat back, passing the bowl over to spidey.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Well my reasoning says that killing is wrong. Cause I don't wanna be killed. Do unto others as you would...oh, fuck it. It's like talking to a brick wall. A brick wall with a death wish, who doesn't care who he drags down with him..."

He takes another contemplative bite, but his ears perk up when Wade pulls out the weed.

"I have on occasion...prefer an edible but smoking hits faster..."

Weed is just what he needs to shut up his dumb brain. He's going in moral circles, and Wade isn't helping by ducking every one of them. He takes a sip to clean his mouth and then accepts the bowl. He takes a decent hit, but it tickles his throat and turns into a coughing fit.

"Shit, man. Not smooth..." he finally sputters out, handing Wade back the pipe.

[primewadewilson]

"Dead person can't kill you, buddy. Weird reasoning, but I ain't gonna fight ya on your morals." Wade shrugged a shoulder and watched as Peter took the bowl from him, only to inhale then cough horribly a few moments later. The merc frowned, reaching over to pat his back. "Cough it out bud, take a drink. Wanna shotgun the hit instead? Not like we haven't locked lips before." Wade smirked at the offer, almost hoping Peter would agree, because ever since their rendezvous in his mark's penthouse, he'd been craving for more action like that.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Ugh..."

Peter takes a drink of coke and clears his throat the rest of the way. It still tickles, but the weed is good, and he wants more. And he wouldn't mind getting his lips on Wade again. Or shutting them both up, for that matter.

"It's not about the person who's dead or alive. It's about creating the world you want to live in. Fuck, please give me a shotgun. Spider senses aren't made to inhale smoke."

He turns toward Wade on the couch again, resting his elbow on the back and watching him.

[primewadewilson]

Wade chuckled when Peter tried to continue the conversation, rolling his eyes before he pressed the bowl back to his lips, inhaling slowly, deeply. His eyes fluttered closed as he held the smoke in his lungs until his world started spinning before he leaned a bit closer to Peter. He opened his eyes, lifting a hand up to cup Spidey's chin as he leaned forward, tilting his head slightly. Wade's lips were hovering over Peter's, and the closeness sent chills down his spine. He'd been itching for this type of contact again. "Open your mouth for me, handsome." Wade whispered, his voice sounding strained, and once Peter opened his mouth, the merc slowly exhaled, his lips brushing against the other's as he exhaled the smoke into Peter's mouth.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's eyes sag shut as he breaths in the hit, his lips locked against Wade's. His hand feels right on Peter's jaw, his mouth warm and soft. His hot, damp breath is so much smoother than the raw smoke that he can breathe it all in. He pauses for a moment, not moving away, but letting the hit absorb, then lets it go. He clears his lungs, then leans in again to kiss Wade, the cloud of smoke billowing around them. It's slow, sensual, but he sucks his lip in at the end of it. He pulls back and opens hooded eyes to smile.

"That's...so much better. I want more."

Peter straddles Wade's lap, leaning back so he can take another hit, though one hand plays with the weapon harness straps across his chest.

[primewadewilson]

Fuck it felt great to be kissing Peter again; even if it was just supposed to be shotgunning weed. But then Spidey leaned back in after he exhaled the hit and kissed in, their tongues dancing together slowly. And for a brief moment, Wade almost forgot he had a bowl in his hand and they were supposed to be smoking. "Feels so good this way," Wade whispered, pressing the mouth of the bowl back to his lips. He took another deep hit, inhaling slowly until his own lungs burned. He held the hit in his lungs for a few moments, smirking as Peter slid onto his lap, his knees straddling his hips. Wade's hands rested on Spidey's strong thighs, squeezing gently at his muscles as he leaned up to hover his lips over the other's. Wade parted his lips as he pressed his lips to Peter's, exhaling slowly once their lips connected. The more hits he took, the more he just wanted his suit off. He wanted to be touching Peter's bare skin, feel every inch of that man's body against his. Their tongues beat together slowly, and Wade grabbed onto Peter's hips, pulling him closer. "F-fuck.." Wade whispered against Peter's lips.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter sucks in another hit, lifting his chin to blow it out before sinking back down to let his tongue slide back into Wade's mouth. He grinds his hips against Wade's rhythm with their jaws. The weed's starting to go to his head, making it foggy around the edges but laser focused on what's right in front of him, which is Wade.

"Yeah..."

Peter's voice is breathy and scratchy from the smoke and he doesn't have words to say much more. Everything feels so good, he just wants more, wants to be touched everywhere. He strips off his shirt, keeping his mask over his eyes because he's not ready for the face reveal at all, then accepts another hit.

[primewadewilson]

Wade groans softly against Peter's lips as the older man pulled away to exhale the smoke before capturing his lips in a greedy kiss, his tongue sliding against his expertly as their hips connected, grinding against each other. His mind was going a mile a minute, and the more they kissed, the more he tried to bite back soft whimpers and moans of pleasure. Because Peter knew just how to move against him to make it feel exceptionally good. Wade quickly started unbuckling the harnesses, pulling them off and tossing them aside haphazardly before he quickly unzipped the top of his suit just as Peter had peeled off the top of his spidey suit. The merc pulled off his gloves, just so he could touch, his breath catching in his throat at the feel of skin against his own. The last time they fucked, it wasn't this intimate, there wasn't this type of skin-to-skin contact. It was wham bam thank you ma'am type sex, which was fine and dandy but this just made him want to moan out yes daddy into Peter's ear. Wade nipped gently at Peter's lower lip before he trailed kisses down his neck, flicking his tongue into the dip between his collarbone. "Fuck...daddy. Want another hit before we get the show started for our readers?" Wade smirked with a playful wink, looking up at Peter as his fingers started tugging at the hem of his pants.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter runs his hands up Wade's torso, inside his top, pushing the leather aside so he can feel the muscles of his shoulders. Wade feels so good, the texture of his skin providing a sensory maze to get lost in. Peter's body is buzzing and every brush of skin just adds a new frequency, especially the kisses on his jaw. He wants Wade's mouth everywhere on him.

"Hah," Peter snorts out a laugh, suddenly overly amused at Wade's incomprehensible jokes. "Yeah. I hope the writing's good. Daddy needs his dick wet." He doesn't know what the fuck Wade's on about but he's high enough not to care and to play along. Plus he loves how he calls him daddy automatically, like there's no question about it. It's definitely stroking his ego the right way.

He probably doesn't need the last hit but he goes in for it greedily anyway.

[primewadewilson]

Wade takes that final hit, lips pressing to the mouth of the bowl and inhaling slowly before pressing his lips back to Peter's. Kissing Peter was like an automatic thing for him now, his body craved the feel of the other's lips on his, their tongues moving together slowly as he exhaled the hit into Peter's mouth. Wade's fingers tugged at the lower part of Spidey's suit, wanting it off. He was impatient, and he loved how Peter's skin felt against his. He panted and groaned softly as he trailed kisses back down the other's neck, teeth scraping against smooth skin as he let Peter map out every single bump and scar across his torso. There was something so...soothing about the action, and so caring. "Couldn't stop thinking about how you fucked me the other day, daddy. Hadn't felt anything that fucking good in a long time." Wade purred into Peter's ear, rolling his hips up against the other's, gasping at the friction.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter takes the hit in, fully kissing Wade as he inhales, not pulling away this time, just holding them letting it go as they continue to make out so it pours out around them. Whatever modesty he'd held onto, any remnant of shame in what they are doing, has been cleared out like a bong, leaving only empty desire in him that he needs Wade to fill.

He lets the kiss go so they can explore each other more, Wade's mouth and Peter's hands on the other. He wants the kisses everywhere, wants to be naked in bed instead of half dressed on the couch. Fuck, he might take his mask off, like an idiot. He's so beyond caring right now.

He sits up a little, tugging down his waistband with an inviting smile.

"Yeah? You liked that, huh? How bout it's your turn today? You suck me off good enough and I'll let you fuck me. Reward for good behavior."

[primewadewilson]

Wade groans softly against Peter's lips, their tongues dancing together greedily, as if they were thirsty for each other. He rolled his own hips up against the other's, panting softly as they finally broke away. He trailed his lips down Peter's neck, flicking his tongue against a few spots as he raked his nails down his sides. Wade's eyes darted down to Peter's hips, his tongue flicking out against his lower lip as he watched the man tug at the lower half of his suit. His own cock was straining against the thick leather of his own suit, and he was about to start peeling off his own bottoms when Peter's words made his mind shortcircuit. "Fuck...think your cock can handle my mouth, daddy? This tongue ain't just good for talkin'." Wade winked with a smirk, his hands finally going back to work on getting his own pants off.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I've been to plenty of therapy, thank you very much. Eating my feelings is fine. It's not like I can fight them out, or go on murder sprees, like some people.... And I like sitting on rooftops... they're high up, quiet, you can see everything..."

Peter mutters to himself as Wade lets him in and he sits on the couch. He immediately pulls his mask up past his nose and takes a taco from the bag, unwrapping and devouring it ravenously, talking with his mouth full.

"I'll take a coke. The brown fizzy kind. And wash your hands please, I'm allergic to the white powdery kind..."

A moan can be heard from the other room. "Fuck, man. These are good. I have to remember that food truck. If you don't buy them out every day, that is."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smiled as he grabbed two cans of coke out of the fridge, setting them aside as he listened to Peter talk. Sure, he's been to therapy, yet the man seems to like his attention and plays it off as if he's disgusted by him half the time. "Alright judgy mcjudgerson. We both know that vigilantism rides a fine line between what is legal and what's not, with the right to enforce your perception of justice, right? Your perception of justice is different than mine, so how are you no better than me? How can you be the hand of the law and say the way I seek justice is worse than yours?" Wade turned around, leaning himself back against the kitchen counter as he cracked open his can of pop, taking a sip. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on the counter a few moments later when Peter asked him to wash his hands. "Alright, daddy. I will, just for you." Wade said with a smartass smirk and a wink before he turned to wash his hands quickly, only to stop when he heard Peter moan and comment on the taco. "Do you only moan like that for your food, or can I hear that again in my bed?" Wade asked as he dried off his hands and grabbed their drinks, joining Peter on the sofa.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter rolls his eyes, finishing the last bite and picking up another taco to unwrap. But he smiles and blushes a little, the hangry having been cut back already, his moodiness somewhat abated.

"I only sound like that if you're doing a really good job. And whoever cooked this, did."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully now.

"Our senses of justice might be different, but at least I don't act like I'm solely responsible for doling out punishment. I'm only there because the cops aren't doing their job. I still believe in the justice system, a jury of your peers, an impartial judge. At least in theory...I just help them get the right bad guys, not the poor saps who are dealing dope to buy baby wipes. That's why I don't like to use force unless I have to, because who knows what people are going through, you know? I don't think just anybody deserves to get their teeth mashed in. Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe they got roped into a gang as kids. You never know."

He takes another bite, stopping to close his eyes and relish it.

"...And believe me, I can deal force if I want to. I have to pull every punch, at least on normal humans. I could easily kill people, so fighting is usually more an exercise in restraint than catharsis."

He smirks a little, not looking at Wade, but wondering what the immortal Merc with self-destructive tendencies thinks about his little humble-brag.

[primewadewilson]

Wade raised a brow, remembering Peter had made that exact same noise when he was getting railed in the pedo's penthouse and a smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed another taco from the bag. He unwrapped it and started eating, sitting back on the sofa. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, getting comfortable. "Hey, more power to ya for your moral compass. I just merc who I'm paid to merc. No-good cheating scumbag of a husband is on that card? Got it. Abusive boyfriend? Sure. Only thing I won't go near is kids. And I trust the American judicial system as much as I trust my own damn mind, buddy. If I gotta be judge, jury and executioner for a fuckwit who was dumb enough to piss someone off to get their name on a gold card, then they might as well deserve it. I just like doin' my homework on why they got their name on that card in the first place." Wade shrugged, only to cackle when Peter mentioned pulling his punches. "Oh, I know you pull your punches, Petey. Been punched by a few of you spidey-folks before and one of 'em did not pull his punches. Took me a few hours to recover from the hole in my chest, but you guys aren't takin' me down that easy." Wade smirked and gave Peter a playful wink.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Hey, you asked." He shrugs and sips his coke with a satisfied slurp. "I do have a moral code. Maybe it's my own construction, different from the cops. But at the end of the day, I don't think I'm above the law. I don't think anyone is."

He shakes his head in amusement. "You must have really pissed that spider person off for a full-force chest punch."

He eyes Wade with a raised eyebrow, then turns his body on the couch to face him more.

"At least you have some morals, too. You don't just whore your skills to the highest bidder. Is there any other reason you'd pass on a job, besides kids?"

[primewadewilson]

"So you'd follow the law if it said it's illegal to wear slippers in public after 10pm? Or what about eating peanuts and walking backwards at concerts? That's illegal. It's illegal for a donkey to sleep in a bathtub in Brooklyn. Would you follow those laws? Cause I'd break that shit in an instant. Hell, I think I broke a few of those already." Wade chuckled and shrugged, grabbing a burrito from the bag and taking a large bite. Wade stopped chewing mid-bite at Peter's question, trying to think of a reason for him not to merc someone that wasn't a kid. He pressed his lips into a hard line, chewing on his food again as he sat back on the couch, lost in thought. "Well, I ain't gonna merc a woman for stealing a can of formula. Not gonna merc someone if they killed a cop, cause fuck cops and the racist system they work in. I'll merc a racist in a heartbeat though." Wade shrugged again and went back to eating his burrito happily. "And the spider-person that punched me? Dared him to do it. Wanted to see how much restraint you spider-folk really have." Wade chuckled and winked.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Pfft. Now that sounds like a spider-person. I believe it. Heck, I'd probably do it."

He rolls his eyes and sips his drink, and then looks back at Wade, pointing a finger at him.

"Oh, so you want to ask hypotheticals? Cuz yours are all insanely unrealistic. And I don't even want to know why you're dragging donkeys into bathtubs. But for what it's worth, I do have my own morals, too. I'm not just out here enforcing any law that's on the books, I'm trying to get bad guys. You know, people who hurt people. People who steal things, and not just to support themselves. Supervillains. Crime bosses."

He sits back, a little self-satisfied.

"The kind of people who hire you to get rid of their enemies."

He takes another sip, but doesn't wait long to finish his tirade.

"Yeah, let's talk hypotheticals. Let's talk about the kinds of people who have money to kill people, and the kinds of people they want to kill. What if it was a domestic dispute? What if it was a crime lord trying to kill off witnesses? Do you not even interrogate those kinds of motives? Because it seems to me that the vast majority of people who want to kill people actually don't have a good reason..."

[primewadewilson]

"And I took out a yakuza crime boss and his goons, and they haven't even seen any prison time, if you know what I mean." Wade flashed a smug grin and a playful wink. "Would you have tried to stop the person who put that Yakuza bosses name on that gold card, or would you have let it go?" Wade asked as he sat back, taking a sip of his soda. "Because murder is murder is murder, Spidey. The world ain't gonna stop turnin' just because people kill other people. The whole sense of right and wrong is a made up moral concept made by humans to govern other humans. Frankly it's exhausting, keeping up with these damn morals. I ain't got time for that shenanigans." Wade prodded Peter's shoulder playfully before he dug back into his food. "N' besides, the best damn thing humanity ever came up with was tacos. Tacos and sex." Wade said through a mouthful of food.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter scowls at Wade. Then he picks up another taco, because he's not done, actually. He stuffs it in his mouth, chewing moodily, then slips coke to wash it down.

"I donno, man. Haven't you ever wanted to be better? To do better? I guess im partly just here because...I would have liked someone like me, to look up to. To know that someone had my back, was watching out for bad guys and protecting the city."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully this time. The words have just come out that way, he didn't mean to get all sentimental and weird.

"Sure, people hurt and kill people every day, but they don't have to. We're not animals, this isn't a nature documentary. There's no food chain. We have a choice."

He gulps down more soda, then smiles and rolls his eyes at himself and his stupid moralizing. "Tacos, yeah. And sex. And movie marathons on cable where they show all the classics, but you can't pause it so you have to just pick a boring time to get snacks."

[primewadewilson]

"The only difference between humans and animals is our ability to reason, my friend." Wade said through a mouthful of taco. "We still got a classification and genus, species, etc., just like every other animal." Wade swallowed down the bite of taco as he started digging through his side table, pulling out a bowl, lighter and a bag of weed he had ground up a few days ago. Tacos always tasted ten times better when high. Wade shook the bag of green over to Spidey with a devious grin. "You partake, compadre? Or you gonna be a spoil-sport about this too?" Wade quickly started packing the bowl, taking a sip of his pop before he lit it up, pressing the mouth of the bowl to his lips. He took a few deep puffs before he sat back, passing the bowl over to spidey.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Well my reasoning says that killing is wrong. Cause I don't wanna be killed. Do unto others as you would...oh, fuck it. It's like talking to a brick wall. A brick wall with a death wish, who doesn't care who he drags down with him..."

He takes another contemplative bite, but his ears perk up when Wade pulls out the weed.

"I have on occasion...prefer an edible but smoking hits faster..."

Weed is just what he needs to shut up his dumb brain. He's going in moral circles, and Wade isn't helping by ducking every one of them. He takes a sip to clean his mouth and then accepts the bowl. He takes a decent hit, but it tickles his throat and turns into a coughing fit.

"Shit, man. Not smooth..." he finally sputters out, handing Wade back the pipe.

[primewadewilson]

"Dead person can't kill you, buddy. Weird reasoning, but I ain't gonna fight ya on your morals." Wade shrugged a shoulder and watched as Peter took the bowl from him, only to inhale then cough horribly a few moments later. The merc frowned, reaching over to pat his back. "Cough it out bud, take a drink. Wanna shotgun the hit instead? Not like we haven't locked lips before." Wade smirked at the offer, almost hoping Peter would agree, because ever since their rendezvous in his mark's penthouse, he'd been craving for more action like that.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Ugh..."

Peter takes a drink of coke and clears his throat the rest of the way. It still tickles, but the weed is good, and he wants more. And he wouldn't mind getting his lips on Wade again. Or shutting them both up, for that matter.

"It's not about the person who's dead or alive. It's about creating the world you want to live in. Fuck, please give me a shotgun. Spider senses aren't made to inhale smoke."

He turns toward Wade on the couch again, resting his elbow on the back and watching him.

[primewadewilson]

Wade chuckled when Peter tried to continue the conversation, rolling his eyes before he pressed the bowl back to his lips, inhaling slowly, deeply. His eyes fluttered closed as he held the smoke in his lungs until his world started spinning before he leaned a bit closer to Peter. He opened his eyes, lifting a hand up to cup Spidey's chin as he leaned forward, tilting his head slightly. Wade's lips were hovering over Peter's, and the closeness sent chills down his spine. He'd been itching for this type of contact again. "Open your mouth for me, handsome." Wade whispered, his voice sounding strained, and once Peter opened his mouth, the merc slowly exhaled, his lips brushing against the other's as he exhaled the smoke into Peter's mouth.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's eyes sag shut as he breaths in the hit, his lips locked against Wade's. His hand feels right on Peter's jaw, his mouth warm and soft. His hot, damp breath is so much smoother than the raw smoke that he can breathe it all in. He pauses for a moment, not moving away, but letting the hit absorb, then lets it go. He clears his lungs, then leans in again to kiss Wade, the cloud of smoke billowing around them. It's slow, sensual, but he sucks his lip in at the end of it. He pulls back and opens hooded eyes to smile.

"That's...so much better. I want more."

Peter straddles Wade's lap, leaning back so he can take another hit, though one hand plays with the weapon harness straps across his chest.

[primewadewilson]

Fuck it felt great to be kissing Peter again; even if it was just supposed to be shotgunning weed. But then Spidey leaned back in after he exhaled the hit and kissed in, their tongues dancing together slowly. And for a brief moment, Wade almost forgot he had a bowl in his hand and they were supposed to be smoking. "Feels so good this way," Wade whispered, pressing the mouth of the bowl back to his lips. He took another deep hit, inhaling slowly until his own lungs burned. He held the hit in his lungs for a few moments, smirking as Peter slid onto his lap, his knees straddling his hips. Wade's hands rested on Spidey's strong thighs, squeezing gently at his muscles as he leaned up to hover his lips over the other's. Wade parted his lips as he pressed his lips to Peter's, exhaling slowly once their lips connected. The more hits he took, the more he just wanted his suit off. He wanted to be touching Peter's bare skin, feel every inch of that man's body against his. Their tongues beat together slowly, and Wade grabbed onto Peter's hips, pulling him closer. "F-fuck.." Wade whispered against Peter's lips.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter sucks in another hit, lifting his chin to blow it out before sinking back down to let his tongue slide back into Wade's mouth. He grinds his hips against Wade's rhythm with their jaws. The weed's starting to go to his head, making it foggy around the edges but laser focused on what's right in front of him, which is Wade.

"Yeah..."

Peter's voice is breathy and scratchy from the smoke and he doesn't have words to say much more. Everything feels so good, he just wants more, wants to be touched everywhere. He strips off his shirt, keeping his mask over his eyes because he's not ready for the face reveal at all, then accepts another hit.

[primewadewilson]

Wade groans softly against Peter's lips as the older man pulled away to exhale the smoke before capturing his lips in a greedy kiss, his tongue sliding against his expertly as their hips connected, grinding against each other. His mind was going a mile a minute, and the more they kissed, the more he tried to bite back soft whimpers and moans of pleasure. Because Peter knew just how to move against him to make it feel exceptionally good. Wade quickly started unbuckling the harnesses, pulling them off and tossing them aside haphazardly before he quickly unzipped the top of his suit just as Peter had peeled off the top of his spidey suit. The merc pulled off his gloves, just so he could touch, his breath catching in his throat at the feel of skin against his own. The last time they fucked, it wasn't this intimate, there wasn't this type of skin-to-skin contact. It was wham bam thank you ma'am type sex, which was fine and dandy but this just made him want to moan out yes daddy into Peter's ear. Wade nipped gently at Peter's lower lip before he trailed kisses down his neck, flicking his tongue into the dip between his collarbone. "Fuck...daddy. Want another hit before we get the show started for our readers?" Wade smirked with a playful wink, looking up at Peter as his fingers started tugging at the hem of his pants.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter runs his hands up Wade's torso, inside his top, pushing the leather aside so he can feel the muscles of his shoulders. Wade feels so good, the texture of his skin providing a sensory maze to get lost in. Peter's body is buzzing and every brush of skin just adds a new frequency, especially the kisses on his jaw. He wants Wade's mouth everywhere on him.

"Hah," Peter snorts out a laugh, suddenly overly amused at Wade's incomprehensible jokes. "Yeah. I hope the writing's good. Daddy needs his dick wet." He doesn't know what the fuck Wade's on about but he's high enough not to care and to play along. Plus he loves how he calls him daddy automatically, like there's no question about it. It's definitely stroking his ego the right way.

He probably doesn't need the last hit but he goes in for it greedily anyway.

[primewadewilson]

Wade takes that final hit, lips pressing to the mouth of the bowl and inhaling slowly before pressing his lips back to Peter's. Kissing Peter was like an automatic thing for him now, his body craved the feel of the other's lips on his, their tongues moving together slowly as he exhaled the hit into Peter's mouth. Wade's fingers tugged at the lower part of Spidey's suit, wanting it off. He was impatient, and he loved how Peter's skin felt against his. He panted and groaned softly as he trailed kisses back down the other's neck, teeth scraping against smooth skin as he let Peter map out every single bump and scar across his torso. There was something so...soothing about the action, and so caring. "Couldn't stop thinking about how you fucked me the other day, daddy. Hadn't felt anything that fucking good in a long time." Wade purred into Peter's ear, rolling his hips up against the other's, gasping at the friction.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I've been to plenty of therapy, thank you very much. Eating my feelings is fine. It's not like I can fight them out, or go on murder sprees, like some people.... And I like sitting on rooftops... they're high up, quiet, you can see everything..."

Peter mutters to himself as Wade lets him in and he sits on the couch. He immediately pulls his mask up past his nose and takes a taco from the bag, unwrapping and devouring it ravenously, talking with his mouth full.

"I'll take a coke. The brown fizzy kind. And wash your hands please, I'm allergic to the white powdery kind..."

A moan can be heard from the other room. "Fuck, man. These are good. I have to remember that food truck. If you don't buy them out every day, that is."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smiled as he grabbed two cans of coke out of the fridge, setting them aside as he listened to Peter talk. Sure, he's been to therapy, yet the man seems to like his attention and plays it off as if he's disgusted by him half the time. "Alright judgy mcjudgerson. We both know that vigilantism rides a fine line between what is legal and what's not, with the right to enforce your perception of justice, right? Your perception of justice is different than mine, so how are you no better than me? How can you be the hand of the law and say the way I seek justice is worse than yours?" Wade turned around, leaning himself back against the kitchen counter as he cracked open his can of pop, taking a sip. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on the counter a few moments later when Peter asked him to wash his hands. "Alright, daddy. I will, just for you." Wade said with a smartass smirk and a wink before he turned to wash his hands quickly, only to stop when he heard Peter moan and comment on the taco. "Do you only moan like that for your food, or can I hear that again in my bed?" Wade asked as he dried off his hands and grabbed their drinks, joining Peter on the sofa.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter rolls his eyes, finishing the last bite and picking up another taco to unwrap. But he smiles and blushes a little, the hangry having been cut back already, his moodiness somewhat abated.

"I only sound like that if you're doing a really good job. And whoever cooked this, did."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully now.

"Our senses of justice might be different, but at least I don't act like I'm solely responsible for doling out punishment. I'm only there because the cops aren't doing their job. I still believe in the justice system, a jury of your peers, an impartial judge. At least in theory...I just help them get the right bad guys, not the poor saps who are dealing dope to buy baby wipes. That's why I don't like to use force unless I have to, because who knows what people are going through, you know? I don't think just anybody deserves to get their teeth mashed in. Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe they got roped into a gang as kids. You never know."

He takes another bite, stopping to close his eyes and relish it.

"...And believe me, I can deal force if I want to. I have to pull every punch, at least on normal humans. I could easily kill people, so fighting is usually more an exercise in restraint than catharsis."

He smirks a little, not looking at Wade, but wondering what the immortal Merc with self-destructive tendencies thinks about his little humble-brag.

[primewadewilson]

Wade raised a brow, remembering Peter had made that exact same noise when he was getting railed in the pedo's penthouse and a smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed another taco from the bag. He unwrapped it and started eating, sitting back on the sofa. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, getting comfortable. "Hey, more power to ya for your moral compass. I just merc who I'm paid to merc. No-good cheating scumbag of a husband is on that card? Got it. Abusive boyfriend? Sure. Only thing I won't go near is kids. And I trust the American judicial system as much as I trust my own damn mind, buddy. If I gotta be judge, jury and executioner for a fuckwit who was dumb enough to piss someone off to get their name on a gold card, then they might as well deserve it. I just like doin' my homework on why they got their name on that card in the first place." Wade shrugged, only to cackle when Peter mentioned pulling his punches. "Oh, I know you pull your punches, Petey. Been punched by a few of you spidey-folks before and one of 'em did not pull his punches. Took me a few hours to recover from the hole in my chest, but you guys aren't takin' me down that easy." Wade smirked and gave Peter a playful wink.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Hey, you asked." He shrugs and sips his coke with a satisfied slurp. "I do have a moral code. Maybe it's my own construction, different from the cops. But at the end of the day, I don't think I'm above the law. I don't think anyone is."

He shakes his head in amusement. "You must have really pissed that spider person off for a full-force chest punch."

He eyes Wade with a raised eyebrow, then turns his body on the couch to face him more.

"At least you have some morals, too. You don't just whore your skills to the highest bidder. Is there any other reason you'd pass on a job, besides kids?"

[primewadewilson]

"So you'd follow the law if it said it's illegal to wear slippers in public after 10pm? Or what about eating peanuts and walking backwards at concerts? That's illegal. It's illegal for a donkey to sleep in a bathtub in Brooklyn. Would you follow those laws? Cause I'd break that shit in an instant. Hell, I think I broke a few of those already." Wade chuckled and shrugged, grabbing a burrito from the bag and taking a large bite. Wade stopped chewing mid-bite at Peter's question, trying to think of a reason for him not to merc someone that wasn't a kid. He pressed his lips into a hard line, chewing on his food again as he sat back on the couch, lost in thought. "Well, I ain't gonna merc a woman for stealing a can of formula. Not gonna merc someone if they killed a cop, cause fuck cops and the racist system they work in. I'll merc a racist in a heartbeat though." Wade shrugged again and went back to eating his burrito happily. "And the spider-person that punched me? Dared him to do it. Wanted to see how much restraint you spider-folk really have." Wade chuckled and winked.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Pfft. Now that sounds like a spider-person. I believe it. Heck, I'd probably do it."

He rolls his eyes and sips his drink, and then looks back at Wade, pointing a finger at him.

"Oh, so you want to ask hypotheticals? Cuz yours are all insanely unrealistic. And I don't even want to know why you're dragging donkeys into bathtubs. But for what it's worth, I do have my own morals, too. I'm not just out here enforcing any law that's on the books, I'm trying to get bad guys. You know, people who hurt people. People who steal things, and not just to support themselves. Supervillains. Crime bosses."

He sits back, a little self-satisfied.

"The kind of people who hire you to get rid of their enemies."

He takes another sip, but doesn't wait long to finish his tirade.

"Yeah, let's talk hypotheticals. Let's talk about the kinds of people who have money to kill people, and the kinds of people they want to kill. What if it was a domestic dispute? What if it was a crime lord trying to kill off witnesses? Do you not even interrogate those kinds of motives? Because it seems to me that the vast majority of people who want to kill people actually don't have a good reason..."

[primewadewilson]

"And I took out a yakuza crime boss and his goons, and they haven't even seen any prison time, if you know what I mean." Wade flashed a smug grin and a playful wink. "Would you have tried to stop the person who put that Yakuza bosses name on that gold card, or would you have let it go?" Wade asked as he sat back, taking a sip of his soda. "Because murder is murder is murder, Spidey. The world ain't gonna stop turnin' just because people kill other people. The whole sense of right and wrong is a made up moral concept made by humans to govern other humans. Frankly it's exhausting, keeping up with these damn morals. I ain't got time for that shenanigans." Wade prodded Peter's shoulder playfully before he dug back into his food. "N' besides, the best damn thing humanity ever came up with was tacos. Tacos and sex." Wade said through a mouthful of food.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter scowls at Wade. Then he picks up another taco, because he's not done, actually. He stuffs it in his mouth, chewing moodily, then slips coke to wash it down.

"I donno, man. Haven't you ever wanted to be better? To do better? I guess im partly just here because...I would have liked someone like me, to look up to. To know that someone had my back, was watching out for bad guys and protecting the city."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully this time. The words have just come out that way, he didn't mean to get all sentimental and weird.

"Sure, people hurt and kill people every day, but they don't have to. We're not animals, this isn't a nature documentary. There's no food chain. We have a choice."

He gulps down more soda, then smiles and rolls his eyes at himself and his stupid moralizing. "Tacos, yeah. And sex. And movie marathons on cable where they show all the classics, but you can't pause it so you have to just pick a boring time to get snacks."

[primewadewilson]

"The only difference between humans and animals is our ability to reason, my friend." Wade said through a mouthful of taco. "We still got a classification and genus, species, etc., just like every other animal." Wade swallowed down the bite of taco as he started digging through his side table, pulling out a bowl, lighter and a bag of weed he had ground up a few days ago. Tacos always tasted ten times better when high. Wade shook the bag of green over to Spidey with a devious grin. "You partake, compadre? Or you gonna be a spoil-sport about this too?" Wade quickly started packing the bowl, taking a sip of his pop before he lit it up, pressing the mouth of the bowl to his lips. He took a few deep puffs before he sat back, passing the bowl over to spidey.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Well my reasoning says that killing is wrong. Cause I don't wanna be killed. Do unto others as you would...oh, fuck it. It's like talking to a brick wall. A brick wall with a death wish, who doesn't care who he drags down with him..."

He takes another contemplative bite, but his ears perk up when Wade pulls out the weed.

"I have on occasion...prefer an edible but smoking hits faster..."

Weed is just what he needs to shut up his dumb brain. He's going in moral circles, and Wade isn't helping by ducking every one of them. He takes a sip to clean his mouth and then accepts the bowl. He takes a decent hit, but it tickles his throat and turns into a coughing fit.

"Shit, man. Not smooth..." he finally sputters out, handing Wade back the pipe.

[primewadewilson]

"Dead person can't kill you, buddy. Weird reasoning, but I ain't gonna fight ya on your morals." Wade shrugged a shoulder and watched as Peter took the bowl from him, only to inhale then cough horribly a few moments later. The merc frowned, reaching over to pat his back. "Cough it out bud, take a drink. Wanna shotgun the hit instead? Not like we haven't locked lips before." Wade smirked at the offer, almost hoping Peter would agree, because ever since their rendezvous in his mark's penthouse, he'd been craving for more action like that.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Ugh..."

Peter takes a drink of coke and clears his throat the rest of the way. It still tickles, but the weed is good, and he wants more. And he wouldn't mind getting his lips on Wade again. Or shutting them both up, for that matter.

"It's not about the person who's dead or alive. It's about creating the world you want to live in. Fuck, please give me a shotgun. Spider senses aren't made to inhale smoke."

He turns toward Wade on the couch again, resting his elbow on the back and watching him.

[primewadewilson]

Wade chuckled when Peter tried to continue the conversation, rolling his eyes before he pressed the bowl back to his lips, inhaling slowly, deeply. His eyes fluttered closed as he held the smoke in his lungs until his world started spinning before he leaned a bit closer to Peter. He opened his eyes, lifting a hand up to cup Spidey's chin as he leaned forward, tilting his head slightly. Wade's lips were hovering over Peter's, and the closeness sent chills down his spine. He'd been itching for this type of contact again. "Open your mouth for me, handsome." Wade whispered, his voice sounding strained, and once Peter opened his mouth, the merc slowly exhaled, his lips brushing against the other's as he exhaled the smoke into Peter's mouth.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's eyes sag shut as he breaths in the hit, his lips locked against Wade's. His hand feels right on Peter's jaw, his mouth warm and soft. His hot, damp breath is so much smoother than the raw smoke that he can breathe it all in. He pauses for a moment, not moving away, but letting the hit absorb, then lets it go. He clears his lungs, then leans in again to kiss Wade, the cloud of smoke billowing around them. It's slow, sensual, but he sucks his lip in at the end of it. He pulls back and opens hooded eyes to smile.

"That's...so much better. I want more."

Peter straddles Wade's lap, leaning back so he can take another hit, though one hand plays with the weapon harness straps across his chest.

[primewadewilson]

Fuck it felt great to be kissing Peter again; even if it was just supposed to be shotgunning weed. But then Spidey leaned back in after he exhaled the hit and kissed in, their tongues dancing together slowly. And for a brief moment, Wade almost forgot he had a bowl in his hand and they were supposed to be smoking. "Feels so good this way," Wade whispered, pressing the mouth of the bowl back to his lips. He took another deep hit, inhaling slowly until his own lungs burned. He held the hit in his lungs for a few moments, smirking as Peter slid onto his lap, his knees straddling his hips. Wade's hands rested on Spidey's strong thighs, squeezing gently at his muscles as he leaned up to hover his lips over the other's. Wade parted his lips as he pressed his lips to Peter's, exhaling slowly once their lips connected. The more hits he took, the more he just wanted his suit off. He wanted to be touching Peter's bare skin, feel every inch of that man's body against his. Their tongues beat together slowly, and Wade grabbed onto Peter's hips, pulling him closer. "F-fuck.." Wade whispered against Peter's lips.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter sucks in another hit, lifting his chin to blow it out before sinking back down to let his tongue slide back into Wade's mouth. He grinds his hips against Wade's rhythm with their jaws. The weed's starting to go to his head, making it foggy around the edges but laser focused on what's right in front of him, which is Wade.

"Yeah..."

Peter's voice is breathy and scratchy from the smoke and he doesn't have words to say much more. Everything feels so good, he just wants more, wants to be touched everywhere. He strips off his shirt, keeping his mask over his eyes because he's not ready for the face reveal at all, then accepts another hit.

[primewadewilson]

Wade groans softly against Peter's lips as the older man pulled away to exhale the smoke before capturing his lips in a greedy kiss, his tongue sliding against his expertly as their hips connected, grinding against each other. His mind was going a mile a minute, and the more they kissed, the more he tried to bite back soft whimpers and moans of pleasure. Because Peter knew just how to move against him to make it feel exceptionally good. Wade quickly started unbuckling the harnesses, pulling them off and tossing them aside haphazardly before he quickly unzipped the top of his suit just as Peter had peeled off the top of his spidey suit. The merc pulled off his gloves, just so he could touch, his breath catching in his throat at the feel of skin against his own. The last time they fucked, it wasn't this intimate, there wasn't this type of skin-to-skin contact. It was wham bam thank you ma'am type sex, which was fine and dandy but this just made him want to moan out yes daddy into Peter's ear. Wade nipped gently at Peter's lower lip before he trailed kisses down his neck, flicking his tongue into the dip between his collarbone. "Fuck...daddy. Want another hit before we get the show started for our readers?" Wade smirked with a playful wink, looking up at Peter as his fingers started tugging at the hem of his pants.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I've been to plenty of therapy, thank you very much. Eating my feelings is fine. It's not like I can fight them out, or go on murder sprees, like some people.... And I like sitting on rooftops... they're high up, quiet, you can see everything..."

Peter mutters to himself as Wade lets him in and he sits on the couch. He immediately pulls his mask up past his nose and takes a taco from the bag, unwrapping and devouring it ravenously, talking with his mouth full.

"I'll take a coke. The brown fizzy kind. And wash your hands please, I'm allergic to the white powdery kind..."

A moan can be heard from the other room. "Fuck, man. These are good. I have to remember that food truck. If you don't buy them out every day, that is."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smiled as he grabbed two cans of coke out of the fridge, setting them aside as he listened to Peter talk. Sure, he's been to therapy, yet the man seems to like his attention and plays it off as if he's disgusted by him half the time. "Alright judgy mcjudgerson. We both know that vigilantism rides a fine line between what is legal and what's not, with the right to enforce your perception of justice, right? Your perception of justice is different than mine, so how are you no better than me? How can you be the hand of the law and say the way I seek justice is worse than yours?" Wade turned around, leaning himself back against the kitchen counter as he cracked open his can of pop, taking a sip. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on the counter a few moments later when Peter asked him to wash his hands. "Alright, daddy. I will, just for you." Wade said with a smartass smirk and a wink before he turned to wash his hands quickly, only to stop when he heard Peter moan and comment on the taco. "Do you only moan like that for your food, or can I hear that again in my bed?" Wade asked as he dried off his hands and grabbed their drinks, joining Peter on the sofa.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter rolls his eyes, finishing the last bite and picking up another taco to unwrap. But he smiles and blushes a little, the hangry having been cut back already, his moodiness somewhat abated.

"I only sound like that if you're doing a really good job. And whoever cooked this, did."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully now.

"Our senses of justice might be different, but at least I don't act like I'm solely responsible for doling out punishment. I'm only there because the cops aren't doing their job. I still believe in the justice system, a jury of your peers, an impartial judge. At least in theory...I just help them get the right bad guys, not the poor saps who are dealing dope to buy baby wipes. That's why I don't like to use force unless I have to, because who knows what people are going through, you know? I don't think just anybody deserves to get their teeth mashed in. Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe they got roped into a gang as kids. You never know."

He takes another bite, stopping to close his eyes and relish it.

"...And believe me, I can deal force if I want to. I have to pull every punch, at least on normal humans. I could easily kill people, so fighting is usually more an exercise in restraint than catharsis."

He smirks a little, not looking at Wade, but wondering what the immortal Merc with self-destructive tendencies thinks about his little humble-brag.

[primewadewilson]

Wade raised a brow, remembering Peter had made that exact same noise when he was getting railed in the pedo's penthouse and a smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed another taco from the bag. He unwrapped it and started eating, sitting back on the sofa. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, getting comfortable. "Hey, more power to ya for your moral compass. I just merc who I'm paid to merc. No-good cheating scumbag of a husband is on that card? Got it. Abusive boyfriend? Sure. Only thing I won't go near is kids. And I trust the American judicial system as much as I trust my own damn mind, buddy. If I gotta be judge, jury and executioner for a fuckwit who was dumb enough to piss someone off to get their name on a gold card, then they might as well deserve it. I just like doin' my homework on why they got their name on that card in the first place." Wade shrugged, only to cackle when Peter mentioned pulling his punches. "Oh, I know you pull your punches, Petey. Been punched by a few of you spidey-folks before and one of 'em did not pull his punches. Took me a few hours to recover from the hole in my chest, but you guys aren't takin' me down that easy." Wade smirked and gave Peter a playful wink.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Hey, you asked." He shrugs and sips his coke with a satisfied slurp. "I do have a moral code. Maybe it's my own construction, different from the cops. But at the end of the day, I don't think I'm above the law. I don't think anyone is."

He shakes his head in amusement. "You must have really pissed that spider person off for a full-force chest punch."

He eyes Wade with a raised eyebrow, then turns his body on the couch to face him more.

"At least you have some morals, too. You don't just whore your skills to the highest bidder. Is there any other reason you'd pass on a job, besides kids?"

[primewadewilson]

"So you'd follow the law if it said it's illegal to wear slippers in public after 10pm? Or what about eating peanuts and walking backwards at concerts? That's illegal. It's illegal for a donkey to sleep in a bathtub in Brooklyn. Would you follow those laws? Cause I'd break that shit in an instant. Hell, I think I broke a few of those already." Wade chuckled and shrugged, grabbing a burrito from the bag and taking a large bite. Wade stopped chewing mid-bite at Peter's question, trying to think of a reason for him not to merc someone that wasn't a kid. He pressed his lips into a hard line, chewing on his food again as he sat back on the couch, lost in thought. "Well, I ain't gonna merc a woman for stealing a can of formula. Not gonna merc someone if they killed a cop, cause fuck cops and the racist system they work in. I'll merc a racist in a heartbeat though." Wade shrugged again and went back to eating his burrito happily. "And the spider-person that punched me? Dared him to do it. Wanted to see how much restraint you spider-folk really have." Wade chuckled and winked.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Pfft. Now that sounds like a spider-person. I believe it. Heck, I'd probably do it."

He rolls his eyes and sips his drink, and then looks back at Wade, pointing a finger at him.

"Oh, so you want to ask hypotheticals? Cuz yours are all insanely unrealistic. And I don't even want to know why you're dragging donkeys into bathtubs. But for what it's worth, I do have my own morals, too. I'm not just out here enforcing any law that's on the books, I'm trying to get bad guys. You know, people who hurt people. People who steal things, and not just to support themselves. Supervillains. Crime bosses."

He sits back, a little self-satisfied.

"The kind of people who hire you to get rid of their enemies."

He takes another sip, but doesn't wait long to finish his tirade.

"Yeah, let's talk hypotheticals. Let's talk about the kinds of people who have money to kill people, and the kinds of people they want to kill. What if it was a domestic dispute? What if it was a crime lord trying to kill off witnesses? Do you not even interrogate those kinds of motives? Because it seems to me that the vast majority of people who want to kill people actually don't have a good reason..."

[primewadewilson]

"And I took out a yakuza crime boss and his goons, and they haven't even seen any prison time, if you know what I mean." Wade flashed a smug grin and a playful wink. "Would you have tried to stop the person who put that Yakuza bosses name on that gold card, or would you have let it go?" Wade asked as he sat back, taking a sip of his soda. "Because murder is murder is murder, Spidey. The world ain't gonna stop turnin' just because people kill other people. The whole sense of right and wrong is a made up moral concept made by humans to govern other humans. Frankly it's exhausting, keeping up with these damn morals. I ain't got time for that shenanigans." Wade prodded Peter's shoulder playfully before he dug back into his food. "N' besides, the best damn thing humanity ever came up with was tacos. Tacos and sex." Wade said through a mouthful of food.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter scowls at Wade. Then he picks up another taco, because he's not done, actually. He stuffs it in his mouth, chewing moodily, then slips coke to wash it down.

"I donno, man. Haven't you ever wanted to be better? To do better? I guess im partly just here because...I would have liked someone like me, to look up to. To know that someone had my back, was watching out for bad guys and protecting the city."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully this time. The words have just come out that way, he didn't mean to get all sentimental and weird.

"Sure, people hurt and kill people every day, but they don't have to. We're not animals, this isn't a nature documentary. There's no food chain. We have a choice."

He gulps down more soda, then smiles and rolls his eyes at himself and his stupid moralizing. "Tacos, yeah. And sex. And movie marathons on cable where they show all the classics, but you can't pause it so you have to just pick a boring time to get snacks."

[primewadewilson]

"The only difference between humans and animals is our ability to reason, my friend." Wade said through a mouthful of taco. "We still got a classification and genus, species, etc., just like every other animal." Wade swallowed down the bite of taco as he started digging through his side table, pulling out a bowl, lighter and a bag of weed he had ground up a few days ago. Tacos always tasted ten times better when high. Wade shook the bag of green over to Spidey with a devious grin. "You partake, compadre? Or you gonna be a spoil-sport about this too?" Wade quickly started packing the bowl, taking a sip of his pop before he lit it up, pressing the mouth of the bowl to his lips. He took a few deep puffs before he sat back, passing the bowl over to spidey.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Well my reasoning says that killing is wrong. Cause I don't wanna be killed. Do unto others as you would...oh, fuck it. It's like talking to a brick wall. A brick wall with a death wish, who doesn't care who he drags down with him..."

He takes another contemplative bite, but his ears perk up when Wade pulls out the weed.

"I have on occasion...prefer an edible but smoking hits faster..."

Weed is just what he needs to shut up his dumb brain. He's going in moral circles, and Wade isn't helping by ducking every one of them. He takes a sip to clean his mouth and then accepts the bowl. He takes a decent hit, but it tickles his throat and turns into a coughing fit.

"Shit, man. Not smooth..." he finally sputters out, handing Wade back the pipe.

[primewadewilson]

"Dead person can't kill you, buddy. Weird reasoning, but I ain't gonna fight ya on your morals." Wade shrugged a shoulder and watched as Peter took the bowl from him, only to inhale then cough horribly a few moments later. The merc frowned, reaching over to pat his back. "Cough it out bud, take a drink. Wanna shotgun the hit instead? Not like we haven't locked lips before." Wade smirked at the offer, almost hoping Peter would agree, because ever since their rendezvous in his mark's penthouse, he'd been craving for more action like that.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Ugh..."

Peter takes a drink of coke and clears his throat the rest of the way. It still tickles, but the weed is good, and he wants more. And he wouldn't mind getting his lips on Wade again. Or shutting them both up, for that matter.

"It's not about the person who's dead or alive. It's about creating the world you want to live in. Fuck, please give me a shotgun. Spider senses aren't made to inhale smoke."

He turns toward Wade on the couch again, resting his elbow on the back and watching him.

[primewadewilson]

Wade chuckled when Peter tried to continue the conversation, rolling his eyes before he pressed the bowl back to his lips, inhaling slowly, deeply. His eyes fluttered closed as he held the smoke in his lungs until his world started spinning before he leaned a bit closer to Peter. He opened his eyes, lifting a hand up to cup Spidey's chin as he leaned forward, tilting his head slightly. Wade's lips were hovering over Peter's, and the closeness sent chills down his spine. He'd been itching for this type of contact again. "Open your mouth for me, handsome." Wade whispered, his voice sounding strained, and once Peter opened his mouth, the merc slowly exhaled, his lips brushing against the other's as he exhaled the smoke into Peter's mouth.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's eyes sag shut as he breaths in the hit, his lips locked against Wade's. His hand feels right on Peter's jaw, his mouth warm and soft. His hot, damp breath is so much smoother than the raw smoke that he can breathe it all in. He pauses for a moment, not moving away, but letting the hit absorb, then lets it go. He clears his lungs, then leans in again to kiss Wade, the cloud of smoke billowing around them. It's slow, sensual, but he sucks his lip in at the end of it. He pulls back and opens hooded eyes to smile.

"That's...so much better. I want more."

Peter straddles Wade's lap, leaning back so he can take another hit, though one hand plays with the weapon harness straps across his chest.

[primewadewilson]

Fuck it felt great to be kissing Peter again; even if it was just supposed to be shotgunning weed. But then Spidey leaned back in after he exhaled the hit and kissed in, their tongues dancing together slowly. And for a brief moment, Wade almost forgot he had a bowl in his hand and they were supposed to be smoking. "Feels so good this way," Wade whispered, pressing the mouth of the bowl back to his lips. He took another deep hit, inhaling slowly until his own lungs burned. He held the hit in his lungs for a few moments, smirking as Peter slid onto his lap, his knees straddling his hips. Wade's hands rested on Spidey's strong thighs, squeezing gently at his muscles as he leaned up to hover his lips over the other's. Wade parted his lips as he pressed his lips to Peter's, exhaling slowly once their lips connected. The more hits he took, the more he just wanted his suit off. He wanted to be touching Peter's bare skin, feel every inch of that man's body against his. Their tongues beat together slowly, and Wade grabbed onto Peter's hips, pulling him closer. "F-fuck.." Wade whispered against Peter's lips.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I've been to plenty of therapy, thank you very much. Eating my feelings is fine. It's not like I can fight them out, or go on murder sprees, like some people.... And I like sitting on rooftops... they're high up, quiet, you can see everything..."

Peter mutters to himself as Wade lets him in and he sits on the couch. He immediately pulls his mask up past his nose and takes a taco from the bag, unwrapping and devouring it ravenously, talking with his mouth full.

"I'll take a coke. The brown fizzy kind. And wash your hands please, I'm allergic to the white powdery kind..."

A moan can be heard from the other room. "Fuck, man. These are good. I have to remember that food truck. If you don't buy them out every day, that is."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smiled as he grabbed two cans of coke out of the fridge, setting them aside as he listened to Peter talk. Sure, he's been to therapy, yet the man seems to like his attention and plays it off as if he's disgusted by him half the time. "Alright judgy mcjudgerson. We both know that vigilantism rides a fine line between what is legal and what's not, with the right to enforce your perception of justice, right? Your perception of justice is different than mine, so how are you no better than me? How can you be the hand of the law and say the way I seek justice is worse than yours?" Wade turned around, leaning himself back against the kitchen counter as he cracked open his can of pop, taking a sip. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on the counter a few moments later when Peter asked him to wash his hands. "Alright, daddy. I will, just for you." Wade said with a smartass smirk and a wink before he turned to wash his hands quickly, only to stop when he heard Peter moan and comment on the taco. "Do you only moan like that for your food, or can I hear that again in my bed?" Wade asked as he dried off his hands and grabbed their drinks, joining Peter on the sofa.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter rolls his eyes, finishing the last bite and picking up another taco to unwrap. But he smiles and blushes a little, the hangry having been cut back already, his moodiness somewhat abated.

"I only sound like that if you're doing a really good job. And whoever cooked this, did."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully now.

"Our senses of justice might be different, but at least I don't act like I'm solely responsible for doling out punishment. I'm only there because the cops aren't doing their job. I still believe in the justice system, a jury of your peers, an impartial judge. At least in theory...I just help them get the right bad guys, not the poor saps who are dealing dope to buy baby wipes. That's why I don't like to use force unless I have to, because who knows what people are going through, you know? I don't think just anybody deserves to get their teeth mashed in. Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe they got roped into a gang as kids. You never know."

He takes another bite, stopping to close his eyes and relish it.

"...And believe me, I can deal force if I want to. I have to pull every punch, at least on normal humans. I could easily kill people, so fighting is usually more an exercise in restraint than catharsis."

He smirks a little, not looking at Wade, but wondering what the immortal Merc with self-destructive tendencies thinks about his little humble-brag.

[primewadewilson]

Wade raised a brow, remembering Peter had made that exact same noise when he was getting railed in the pedo's penthouse and a smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed another taco from the bag. He unwrapped it and started eating, sitting back on the sofa. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, getting comfortable. "Hey, more power to ya for your moral compass. I just merc who I'm paid to merc. No-good cheating scumbag of a husband is on that card? Got it. Abusive boyfriend? Sure. Only thing I won't go near is kids. And I trust the American judicial system as much as I trust my own damn mind, buddy. If I gotta be judge, jury and executioner for a fuckwit who was dumb enough to piss someone off to get their name on a gold card, then they might as well deserve it. I just like doin' my homework on why they got their name on that card in the first place." Wade shrugged, only to cackle when Peter mentioned pulling his punches. "Oh, I know you pull your punches, Petey. Been punched by a few of you spidey-folks before and one of 'em did not pull his punches. Took me a few hours to recover from the hole in my chest, but you guys aren't takin' me down that easy." Wade smirked and gave Peter a playful wink.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Hey, you asked." He shrugs and sips his coke with a satisfied slurp. "I do have a moral code. Maybe it's my own construction, different from the cops. But at the end of the day, I don't think I'm above the law. I don't think anyone is."

He shakes his head in amusement. "You must have really pissed that spider person off for a full-force chest punch."

He eyes Wade with a raised eyebrow, then turns his body on the couch to face him more.

"At least you have some morals, too. You don't just whore your skills to the highest bidder. Is there any other reason you'd pass on a job, besides kids?"

[primewadewilson]

"So you'd follow the law if it said it's illegal to wear slippers in public after 10pm? Or what about eating peanuts and walking backwards at concerts? That's illegal. It's illegal for a donkey to sleep in a bathtub in Brooklyn. Would you follow those laws? Cause I'd break that shit in an instant. Hell, I think I broke a few of those already." Wade chuckled and shrugged, grabbing a burrito from the bag and taking a large bite. Wade stopped chewing mid-bite at Peter's question, trying to think of a reason for him not to merc someone that wasn't a kid. He pressed his lips into a hard line, chewing on his food again as he sat back on the couch, lost in thought. "Well, I ain't gonna merc a woman for stealing a can of formula. Not gonna merc someone if they killed a cop, cause fuck cops and the racist system they work in. I'll merc a racist in a heartbeat though." Wade shrugged again and went back to eating his burrito happily. "And the spider-person that punched me? Dared him to do it. Wanted to see how much restraint you spider-folk really have." Wade chuckled and winked.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Pfft. Now that sounds like a spider-person. I believe it. Heck, I'd probably do it."

He rolls his eyes and sips his drink, and then looks back at Wade, pointing a finger at him.

"Oh, so you want to ask hypotheticals? Cuz yours are all insanely unrealistic. And I don't even want to know why you're dragging donkeys into bathtubs. But for what it's worth, I do have my own morals, too. I'm not just out here enforcing any law that's on the books, I'm trying to get bad guys. You know, people who hurt people. People who steal things, and not just to support themselves. Supervillains. Crime bosses."

He sits back, a little self-satisfied.

"The kind of people who hire you to get rid of their enemies."

He takes another sip, but doesn't wait long to finish his tirade.

"Yeah, let's talk hypotheticals. Let's talk about the kinds of people who have money to kill people, and the kinds of people they want to kill. What if it was a domestic dispute? What if it was a crime lord trying to kill off witnesses? Do you not even interrogate those kinds of motives? Because it seems to me that the vast majority of people who want to kill people actually don't have a good reason..."

[primewadewilson]

"And I took out a yakuza crime boss and his goons, and they haven't even seen any prison time, if you know what I mean." Wade flashed a smug grin and a playful wink. "Would you have tried to stop the person who put that Yakuza bosses name on that gold card, or would you have let it go?" Wade asked as he sat back, taking a sip of his soda. "Because murder is murder is murder, Spidey. The world ain't gonna stop turnin' just because people kill other people. The whole sense of right and wrong is a made up moral concept made by humans to govern other humans. Frankly it's exhausting, keeping up with these damn morals. I ain't got time for that shenanigans." Wade prodded Peter's shoulder playfully before he dug back into his food. "N' besides, the best damn thing humanity ever came up with was tacos. Tacos and sex." Wade said through a mouthful of food.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter scowls at Wade. Then he picks up another taco, because he's not done, actually. He stuffs it in his mouth, chewing moodily, then slips coke to wash it down.

"I donno, man. Haven't you ever wanted to be better? To do better? I guess im partly just here because...I would have liked someone like me, to look up to. To know that someone had my back, was watching out for bad guys and protecting the city."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully this time. The words have just come out that way, he didn't mean to get all sentimental and weird.

"Sure, people hurt and kill people every day, but they don't have to. We're not animals, this isn't a nature documentary. There's no food chain. We have a choice."

He gulps down more soda, then smiles and rolls his eyes at himself and his stupid moralizing. "Tacos, yeah. And sex. And movie marathons on cable where they show all the classics, but you can't pause it so you have to just pick a boring time to get snacks."

[primewadewilson]

"The only difference between humans and animals is our ability to reason, my friend." Wade said through a mouthful of taco. "We still got a classification and genus, species, etc., just like every other animal." Wade swallowed down the bite of taco as he started digging through his side table, pulling out a bowl, lighter and a bag of weed he had ground up a few days ago. Tacos always tasted ten times better when high. Wade shook the bag of green over to Spidey with a devious grin. "You partake, compadre? Or you gonna be a spoil-sport about this too?" Wade quickly started packing the bowl, taking a sip of his pop before he lit it up, pressing the mouth of the bowl to his lips. He took a few deep puffs before he sat back, passing the bowl over to spidey.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Well my reasoning says that killing is wrong. Cause I don't wanna be killed. Do unto others as you would...oh, fuck it. It's like talking to a brick wall. A brick wall with a death wish, who doesn't care who he drags down with him..."

He takes another contemplative bite, but his ears perk up when Wade pulls out the weed.

"I have on occasion...prefer an edible but smoking hits faster..."

Weed is just what he needs to shut up his dumb brain. He's going in moral circles, and Wade isn't helping by ducking every one of them. He takes a sip to clean his mouth and then accepts the bowl. He takes a decent hit, but it tickles his throat and turns into a coughing fit.

"Shit, man. Not smooth..." he finally sputters out, handing Wade back the pipe.

[primewadewilson]

"Dead person can't kill you, buddy. Weird reasoning, but I ain't gonna fight ya on your morals." Wade shrugged a shoulder and watched as Peter took the bowl from him, only to inhale then cough horribly a few moments later. The merc frowned, reaching over to pat his back. "Cough it out bud, take a drink. Wanna shotgun the hit instead? Not like we haven't locked lips before." Wade smirked at the offer, almost hoping Peter would agree, because ever since their rendezvous in his mark's penthouse, he'd been craving for more action like that.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Ugh..."

Peter takes a drink of coke and clears his throat the rest of the way. It still tickles, but the weed is good, and he wants more. And he wouldn't mind getting his lips on Wade again. Or shutting them both up, for that matter.

"It's not about the person who's dead or alive. It's about creating the world you want to live in. Fuck, please give me a shotgun. Spider senses aren't made to inhale smoke."

He turns toward Wade on the couch again, resting his elbow on the back and watching him.

[primewadewilson]

Wade chuckled when Peter tried to continue the conversation, rolling his eyes before he pressed the bowl back to his lips, inhaling slowly, deeply. His eyes fluttered closed as he held the smoke in his lungs until his world started spinning before he leaned a bit closer to Peter. He opened his eyes, lifting a hand up to cup Spidey's chin as he leaned forward, tilting his head slightly. Wade's lips were hovering over Peter's, and the closeness sent chills down his spine. He'd been itching for this type of contact again. "Open your mouth for me, handsome." Wade whispered, his voice sounding strained, and once Peter opened his mouth, the merc slowly exhaled, his lips brushing against the other's as he exhaled the smoke into Peter's mouth.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I've been to plenty of therapy, thank you very much. Eating my feelings is fine. It's not like I can fight them out, or go on murder sprees, like some people.... And I like sitting on rooftops... they're high up, quiet, you can see everything..."

Peter mutters to himself as Wade lets him in and he sits on the couch. He immediately pulls his mask up past his nose and takes a taco from the bag, unwrapping and devouring it ravenously, talking with his mouth full.

"I'll take a coke. The brown fizzy kind. And wash your hands please, I'm allergic to the white powdery kind..."

A moan can be heard from the other room. "Fuck, man. These are good. I have to remember that food truck. If you don't buy them out every day, that is."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smiled as he grabbed two cans of coke out of the fridge, setting them aside as he listened to Peter talk. Sure, he's been to therapy, yet the man seems to like his attention and plays it off as if he's disgusted by him half the time. "Alright judgy mcjudgerson. We both know that vigilantism rides a fine line between what is legal and what's not, with the right to enforce your perception of justice, right? Your perception of justice is different than mine, so how are you no better than me? How can you be the hand of the law and say the way I seek justice is worse than yours?" Wade turned around, leaning himself back against the kitchen counter as he cracked open his can of pop, taking a sip. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on the counter a few moments later when Peter asked him to wash his hands. "Alright, daddy. I will, just for you." Wade said with a smartass smirk and a wink before he turned to wash his hands quickly, only to stop when he heard Peter moan and comment on the taco. "Do you only moan like that for your food, or can I hear that again in my bed?" Wade asked as he dried off his hands and grabbed their drinks, joining Peter on the sofa.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter rolls his eyes, finishing the last bite and picking up another taco to unwrap. But he smiles and blushes a little, the hangry having been cut back already, his moodiness somewhat abated.

"I only sound like that if you're doing a really good job. And whoever cooked this, did."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully now.

"Our senses of justice might be different, but at least I don't act like I'm solely responsible for doling out punishment. I'm only there because the cops aren't doing their job. I still believe in the justice system, a jury of your peers, an impartial judge. At least in theory...I just help them get the right bad guys, not the poor saps who are dealing dope to buy baby wipes. That's why I don't like to use force unless I have to, because who knows what people are going through, you know? I don't think just anybody deserves to get their teeth mashed in. Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe they got roped into a gang as kids. You never know."

He takes another bite, stopping to close his eyes and relish it.

"...And believe me, I can deal force if I want to. I have to pull every punch, at least on normal humans. I could easily kill people, so fighting is usually more an exercise in restraint than catharsis."

He smirks a little, not looking at Wade, but wondering what the immortal Merc with self-destructive tendencies thinks about his little humble-brag.

[primewadewilson]

Wade raised a brow, remembering Peter had made that exact same noise when he was getting railed in the pedo's penthouse and a smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed another taco from the bag. He unwrapped it and started eating, sitting back on the sofa. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, getting comfortable. "Hey, more power to ya for your moral compass. I just merc who I'm paid to merc. No-good cheating scumbag of a husband is on that card? Got it. Abusive boyfriend? Sure. Only thing I won't go near is kids. And I trust the American judicial system as much as I trust my own damn mind, buddy. If I gotta be judge, jury and executioner for a fuckwit who was dumb enough to piss someone off to get their name on a gold card, then they might as well deserve it. I just like doin' my homework on why they got their name on that card in the first place." Wade shrugged, only to cackle when Peter mentioned pulling his punches. "Oh, I know you pull your punches, Petey. Been punched by a few of you spidey-folks before and one of 'em did not pull his punches. Took me a few hours to recover from the hole in my chest, but you guys aren't takin' me down that easy." Wade smirked and gave Peter a playful wink.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Hey, you asked." He shrugs and sips his coke with a satisfied slurp. "I do have a moral code. Maybe it's my own construction, different from the cops. But at the end of the day, I don't think I'm above the law. I don't think anyone is."

He shakes his head in amusement. "You must have really pissed that spider person off for a full-force chest punch."

He eyes Wade with a raised eyebrow, then turns his body on the couch to face him more.

"At least you have some morals, too. You don't just whore your skills to the highest bidder. Is there any other reason you'd pass on a job, besides kids?"

[primewadewilson]

"So you'd follow the law if it said it's illegal to wear slippers in public after 10pm? Or what about eating peanuts and walking backwards at concerts? That's illegal. It's illegal for a donkey to sleep in a bathtub in Brooklyn. Would you follow those laws? Cause I'd break that shit in an instant. Hell, I think I broke a few of those already." Wade chuckled and shrugged, grabbing a burrito from the bag and taking a large bite. Wade stopped chewing mid-bite at Peter's question, trying to think of a reason for him not to merc someone that wasn't a kid. He pressed his lips into a hard line, chewing on his food again as he sat back on the couch, lost in thought. "Well, I ain't gonna merc a woman for stealing a can of formula. Not gonna merc someone if they killed a cop, cause fuck cops and the racist system they work in. I'll merc a racist in a heartbeat though." Wade shrugged again and went back to eating his burrito happily. "And the spider-person that punched me? Dared him to do it. Wanted to see how much restraint you spider-folk really have." Wade chuckled and winked.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Pfft. Now that sounds like a spider-person. I believe it. Heck, I'd probably do it."

He rolls his eyes and sips his drink, and then looks back at Wade, pointing a finger at him.

"Oh, so you want to ask hypotheticals? Cuz yours are all insanely unrealistic. And I don't even want to know why you're dragging donkeys into bathtubs. But for what it's worth, I do have my own morals, too. I'm not just out here enforcing any law that's on the books, I'm trying to get bad guys. You know, people who hurt people. People who steal things, and not just to support themselves. Supervillains. Crime bosses."

He sits back, a little self-satisfied.

"The kind of people who hire you to get rid of their enemies."

He takes another sip, but doesn't wait long to finish his tirade.

"Yeah, let's talk hypotheticals. Let's talk about the kinds of people who have money to kill people, and the kinds of people they want to kill. What if it was a domestic dispute? What if it was a crime lord trying to kill off witnesses? Do you not even interrogate those kinds of motives? Because it seems to me that the vast majority of people who want to kill people actually don't have a good reason..."

[primewadewilson]

"And I took out a yakuza crime boss and his goons, and they haven't even seen any prison time, if you know what I mean." Wade flashed a smug grin and a playful wink. "Would you have tried to stop the person who put that Yakuza bosses name on that gold card, or would you have let it go?" Wade asked as he sat back, taking a sip of his soda. "Because murder is murder is murder, Spidey. The world ain't gonna stop turnin' just because people kill other people. The whole sense of right and wrong is a made up moral concept made by humans to govern other humans. Frankly it's exhausting, keeping up with these damn morals. I ain't got time for that shenanigans." Wade prodded Peter's shoulder playfully before he dug back into his food. "N' besides, the best damn thing humanity ever came up with was tacos. Tacos and sex." Wade said through a mouthful of food.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter scowls at Wade. Then he picks up another taco, because he's not done, actually. He stuffs it in his mouth, chewing moodily, then slips coke to wash it down.

"I donno, man. Haven't you ever wanted to be better? To do better? I guess im partly just here because...I would have liked someone like me, to look up to. To know that someone had my back, was watching out for bad guys and protecting the city."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully this time. The words have just come out that way, he didn't mean to get all sentimental and weird.

"Sure, people hurt and kill people every day, but they don't have to. We're not animals, this isn't a nature documentary. There's no food chain. We have a choice."

He gulps down more soda, then smiles and rolls his eyes at himself and his stupid moralizing. "Tacos, yeah. And sex. And movie marathons on cable where they show all the classics, but you can't pause it so you have to just pick a boring time to get snacks."

[primewadewilson]

"The only difference between humans and animals is our ability to reason, my friend." Wade said through a mouthful of taco. "We still got a classification and genus, species, etc., just like every other animal." Wade swallowed down the bite of taco as he started digging through his side table, pulling out a bowl, lighter and a bag of weed he had ground up a few days ago. Tacos always tasted ten times better when high. Wade shook the bag of green over to Spidey with a devious grin. "You partake, compadre? Or you gonna be a spoil-sport about this too?" Wade quickly started packing the bowl, taking a sip of his pop before he lit it up, pressing the mouth of the bowl to his lips. He took a few deep puffs before he sat back, passing the bowl over to spidey.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Well my reasoning says that killing is wrong. Cause I don't wanna be killed. Do unto others as you would...oh, fuck it. It's like talking to a brick wall. A brick wall with a death wish, who doesn't care who he drags down with him..."

He takes another contemplative bite, but his ears perk up when Wade pulls out the weed.

"I have on occasion...prefer an edible but smoking hits faster..."

Weed is just what he needs to shut up his dumb brain. He's going in moral circles, and Wade isn't helping by ducking every one of them. He takes a sip to clean his mouth and then accepts the bowl. He takes a decent hit, but it tickles his throat and turns into a coughing fit.

"Shit, man. Not smooth..." he finally sputters out, handing Wade back the pipe.

[primewadewilson]

"Dead person can't kill you, buddy. Weird reasoning, but I ain't gonna fight ya on your morals." Wade shrugged a shoulder and watched as Peter took the bowl from him, only to inhale then cough horribly a few moments later. The merc frowned, reaching over to pat his back. "Cough it out bud, take a drink. Wanna shotgun the hit instead? Not like we haven't locked lips before." Wade smirked at the offer, almost hoping Peter would agree, because ever since their rendezvous in his mark's penthouse, he'd been craving for more action like that.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I've been to plenty of therapy, thank you very much. Eating my feelings is fine. It's not like I can fight them out, or go on murder sprees, like some people.... And I like sitting on rooftops... they're high up, quiet, you can see everything..."

Peter mutters to himself as Wade lets him in and he sits on the couch. He immediately pulls his mask up past his nose and takes a taco from the bag, unwrapping and devouring it ravenously, talking with his mouth full.

"I'll take a coke. The brown fizzy kind. And wash your hands please, I'm allergic to the white powdery kind..."

A moan can be heard from the other room. "Fuck, man. These are good. I have to remember that food truck. If you don't buy them out every day, that is."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smiled as he grabbed two cans of coke out of the fridge, setting them aside as he listened to Peter talk. Sure, he's been to therapy, yet the man seems to like his attention and plays it off as if he's disgusted by him half the time. "Alright judgy mcjudgerson. We both know that vigilantism rides a fine line between what is legal and what's not, with the right to enforce your perception of justice, right? Your perception of justice is different than mine, so how are you no better than me? How can you be the hand of the law and say the way I seek justice is worse than yours?" Wade turned around, leaning himself back against the kitchen counter as he cracked open his can of pop, taking a sip. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on the counter a few moments later when Peter asked him to wash his hands. "Alright, daddy. I will, just for you." Wade said with a smartass smirk and a wink before he turned to wash his hands quickly, only to stop when he heard Peter moan and comment on the taco. "Do you only moan like that for your food, or can I hear that again in my bed?" Wade asked as he dried off his hands and grabbed their drinks, joining Peter on the sofa.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter rolls his eyes, finishing the last bite and picking up another taco to unwrap. But he smiles and blushes a little, the hangry having been cut back already, his moodiness somewhat abated.

"I only sound like that if you're doing a really good job. And whoever cooked this, did."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully now.

"Our senses of justice might be different, but at least I don't act like I'm solely responsible for doling out punishment. I'm only there because the cops aren't doing their job. I still believe in the justice system, a jury of your peers, an impartial judge. At least in theory...I just help them get the right bad guys, not the poor saps who are dealing dope to buy baby wipes. That's why I don't like to use force unless I have to, because who knows what people are going through, you know? I don't think just anybody deserves to get their teeth mashed in. Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe they got roped into a gang as kids. You never know."

He takes another bite, stopping to close his eyes and relish it.

"...And believe me, I can deal force if I want to. I have to pull every punch, at least on normal humans. I could easily kill people, so fighting is usually more an exercise in restraint than catharsis."

He smirks a little, not looking at Wade, but wondering what the immortal Merc with self-destructive tendencies thinks about his little humble-brag.

[primewadewilson]

Wade raised a brow, remembering Peter had made that exact same noise when he was getting railed in the pedo's penthouse and a smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed another taco from the bag. He unwrapped it and started eating, sitting back on the sofa. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, getting comfortable. "Hey, more power to ya for your moral compass. I just merc who I'm paid to merc. No-good cheating scumbag of a husband is on that card? Got it. Abusive boyfriend? Sure. Only thing I won't go near is kids. And I trust the American judicial system as much as I trust my own damn mind, buddy. If I gotta be judge, jury and executioner for a fuckwit who was dumb enough to piss someone off to get their name on a gold card, then they might as well deserve it. I just like doin' my homework on why they got their name on that card in the first place." Wade shrugged, only to cackle when Peter mentioned pulling his punches. "Oh, I know you pull your punches, Petey. Been punched by a few of you spidey-folks before and one of 'em did not pull his punches. Took me a few hours to recover from the hole in my chest, but you guys aren't takin' me down that easy." Wade smirked and gave Peter a playful wink.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Hey, you asked." He shrugs and sips his coke with a satisfied slurp. "I do have a moral code. Maybe it's my own construction, different from the cops. But at the end of the day, I don't think I'm above the law. I don't think anyone is."

He shakes his head in amusement. "You must have really pissed that spider person off for a full-force chest punch."

He eyes Wade with a raised eyebrow, then turns his body on the couch to face him more.

"At least you have some morals, too. You don't just whore your skills to the highest bidder. Is there any other reason you'd pass on a job, besides kids?"

[primewadewilson]

"So you'd follow the law if it said it's illegal to wear slippers in public after 10pm? Or what about eating peanuts and walking backwards at concerts? That's illegal. It's illegal for a donkey to sleep in a bathtub in Brooklyn. Would you follow those laws? Cause I'd break that shit in an instant. Hell, I think I broke a few of those already." Wade chuckled and shrugged, grabbing a burrito from the bag and taking a large bite. Wade stopped chewing mid-bite at Peter's question, trying to think of a reason for him not to merc someone that wasn't a kid. He pressed his lips into a hard line, chewing on his food again as he sat back on the couch, lost in thought. "Well, I ain't gonna merc a woman for stealing a can of formula. Not gonna merc someone if they killed a cop, cause fuck cops and the racist system they work in. I'll merc a racist in a heartbeat though." Wade shrugged again and went back to eating his burrito happily. "And the spider-person that punched me? Dared him to do it. Wanted to see how much restraint you spider-folk really have." Wade chuckled and winked.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Pfft. Now that sounds like a spider-person. I believe it. Heck, I'd probably do it."

He rolls his eyes and sips his drink, and then looks back at Wade, pointing a finger at him.

"Oh, so you want to ask hypotheticals? Cuz yours are all insanely unrealistic. And I don't even want to know why you're dragging donkeys into bathtubs. But for what it's worth, I do have my own morals, too. I'm not just out here enforcing any law that's on the books, I'm trying to get bad guys. You know, people who hurt people. People who steal things, and not just to support themselves. Supervillains. Crime bosses."

He sits back, a little self-satisfied.

"The kind of people who hire you to get rid of their enemies."

He takes another sip, but doesn't wait long to finish his tirade.

"Yeah, let's talk hypotheticals. Let's talk about the kinds of people who have money to kill people, and the kinds of people they want to kill. What if it was a domestic dispute? What if it was a crime lord trying to kill off witnesses? Do you not even interrogate those kinds of motives? Because it seems to me that the vast majority of people who want to kill people actually don't have a good reason..."

[primewadewilson]

"And I took out a yakuza crime boss and his goons, and they haven't even seen any prison time, if you know what I mean." Wade flashed a smug grin and a playful wink. "Would you have tried to stop the person who put that Yakuza bosses name on that gold card, or would you have let it go?" Wade asked as he sat back, taking a sip of his soda. "Because murder is murder is murder, Spidey. The world ain't gonna stop turnin' just because people kill other people. The whole sense of right and wrong is a made up moral concept made by humans to govern other humans. Frankly it's exhausting, keeping up with these damn morals. I ain't got time for that shenanigans." Wade prodded Peter's shoulder playfully before he dug back into his food. "N' besides, the best damn thing humanity ever came up with was tacos. Tacos and sex." Wade said through a mouthful of food.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter scowls at Wade. Then he picks up another taco, because he's not done, actually. He stuffs it in his mouth, chewing moodily, then slips coke to wash it down.

"I donno, man. Haven't you ever wanted to be better? To do better? I guess im partly just here because...I would have liked someone like me, to look up to. To know that someone had my back, was watching out for bad guys and protecting the city."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully this time. The words have just come out that way, he didn't mean to get all sentimental and weird.

"Sure, people hurt and kill people every day, but they don't have to. We're not animals, this isn't a nature documentary. There's no food chain. We have a choice."

He gulps down more soda, then smiles and rolls his eyes at himself and his stupid moralizing. "Tacos, yeah. And sex. And movie marathons on cable where they show all the classics, but you can't pause it so you have to just pick a boring time to get snacks."

[primewadewilson]

"The only difference between humans and animals is our ability to reason, my friend." Wade said through a mouthful of taco. "We still got a classification and genus, species, etc., just like every other animal." Wade swallowed down the bite of taco as he started digging through his side table, pulling out a bowl, lighter and a bag of weed he had ground up a few days ago. Tacos always tasted ten times better when high. Wade shook the bag of green over to Spidey with a devious grin. "You partake, compadre? Or you gonna be a spoil-sport about this too?" Wade quickly started packing the bowl, taking a sip of his pop before he lit it up, pressing the mouth of the bowl to his lips. He took a few deep puffs before he sat back, passing the bowl over to spidey.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I've been to plenty of therapy, thank you very much. Eating my feelings is fine. It's not like I can fight them out, or go on murder sprees, like some people.... And I like sitting on rooftops... they're high up, quiet, you can see everything..."

Peter mutters to himself as Wade lets him in and he sits on the couch. He immediately pulls his mask up past his nose and takes a taco from the bag, unwrapping and devouring it ravenously, talking with his mouth full.

"I'll take a coke. The brown fizzy kind. And wash your hands please, I'm allergic to the white powdery kind..."

A moan can be heard from the other room. "Fuck, man. These are good. I have to remember that food truck. If you don't buy them out every day, that is."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smiled as he grabbed two cans of coke out of the fridge, setting them aside as he listened to Peter talk. Sure, he's been to therapy, yet the man seems to like his attention and plays it off as if he's disgusted by him half the time. "Alright judgy mcjudgerson. We both know that vigilantism rides a fine line between what is legal and what's not, with the right to enforce your perception of justice, right? Your perception of justice is different than mine, so how are you no better than me? How can you be the hand of the law and say the way I seek justice is worse than yours?" Wade turned around, leaning himself back against the kitchen counter as he cracked open his can of pop, taking a sip. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on the counter a few moments later when Peter asked him to wash his hands. "Alright, daddy. I will, just for you." Wade said with a smartass smirk and a wink before he turned to wash his hands quickly, only to stop when he heard Peter moan and comment on the taco. "Do you only moan like that for your food, or can I hear that again in my bed?" Wade asked as he dried off his hands and grabbed their drinks, joining Peter on the sofa.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter rolls his eyes, finishing the last bite and picking up another taco to unwrap. But he smiles and blushes a little, the hangry having been cut back already, his moodiness somewhat abated.

"I only sound like that if you're doing a really good job. And whoever cooked this, did."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully now.

"Our senses of justice might be different, but at least I don't act like I'm solely responsible for doling out punishment. I'm only there because the cops aren't doing their job. I still believe in the justice system, a jury of your peers, an impartial judge. At least in theory...I just help them get the right bad guys, not the poor saps who are dealing dope to buy baby wipes. That's why I don't like to use force unless I have to, because who knows what people are going through, you know? I don't think just anybody deserves to get their teeth mashed in. Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe they got roped into a gang as kids. You never know."

He takes another bite, stopping to close his eyes and relish it.

"...And believe me, I can deal force if I want to. I have to pull every punch, at least on normal humans. I could easily kill people, so fighting is usually more an exercise in restraint than catharsis."

He smirks a little, not looking at Wade, but wondering what the immortal Merc with self-destructive tendencies thinks about his little humble-brag.

[primewadewilson]

Wade raised a brow, remembering Peter had made that exact same noise when he was getting railed in the pedo's penthouse and a smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed another taco from the bag. He unwrapped it and started eating, sitting back on the sofa. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, getting comfortable. "Hey, more power to ya for your moral compass. I just merc who I'm paid to merc. No-good cheating scumbag of a husband is on that card? Got it. Abusive boyfriend? Sure. Only thing I won't go near is kids. And I trust the American judicial system as much as I trust my own damn mind, buddy. If I gotta be judge, jury and executioner for a fuckwit who was dumb enough to piss someone off to get their name on a gold card, then they might as well deserve it. I just like doin' my homework on why they got their name on that card in the first place." Wade shrugged, only to cackle when Peter mentioned pulling his punches. "Oh, I know you pull your punches, Petey. Been punched by a few of you spidey-folks before and one of 'em did not pull his punches. Took me a few hours to recover from the hole in my chest, but you guys aren't takin' me down that easy." Wade smirked and gave Peter a playful wink.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Hey, you asked." He shrugs and sips his coke with a satisfied slurp. "I do have a moral code. Maybe it's my own construction, different from the cops. But at the end of the day, I don't think I'm above the law. I don't think anyone is."

He shakes his head in amusement. "You must have really pissed that spider person off for a full-force chest punch."

He eyes Wade with a raised eyebrow, then turns his body on the couch to face him more.

"At least you have some morals, too. You don't just whore your skills to the highest bidder. Is there any other reason you'd pass on a job, besides kids?"

[primewadewilson]

"So you'd follow the law if it said it's illegal to wear slippers in public after 10pm? Or what about eating peanuts and walking backwards at concerts? That's illegal. It's illegal for a donkey to sleep in a bathtub in Brooklyn. Would you follow those laws? Cause I'd break that shit in an instant. Hell, I think I broke a few of those already." Wade chuckled and shrugged, grabbing a burrito from the bag and taking a large bite. Wade stopped chewing mid-bite at Peter's question, trying to think of a reason for him not to merc someone that wasn't a kid. He pressed his lips into a hard line, chewing on his food again as he sat back on the couch, lost in thought. "Well, I ain't gonna merc a woman for stealing a can of formula. Not gonna merc someone if they killed a cop, cause fuck cops and the racist system they work in. I'll merc a racist in a heartbeat though." Wade shrugged again and went back to eating his burrito happily. "And the spider-person that punched me? Dared him to do it. Wanted to see how much restraint you spider-folk really have." Wade chuckled and winked.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Pfft. Now that sounds like a spider-person. I believe it. Heck, I'd probably do it."

He rolls his eyes and sips his drink, and then looks back at Wade, pointing a finger at him.

"Oh, so you want to ask hypotheticals? Cuz yours are all insanely unrealistic. And I don't even want to know why you're dragging donkeys into bathtubs. But for what it's worth, I do have my own morals, too. I'm not just out here enforcing any law that's on the books, I'm trying to get bad guys. You know, people who hurt people. People who steal things, and not just to support themselves. Supervillains. Crime bosses."

He sits back, a little self-satisfied.

"The kind of people who hire you to get rid of their enemies."

He takes another sip, but doesn't wait long to finish his tirade.

"Yeah, let's talk hypotheticals. Let's talk about the kinds of people who have money to kill people, and the kinds of people they want to kill. What if it was a domestic dispute? What if it was a crime lord trying to kill off witnesses? Do you not even interrogate those kinds of motives? Because it seems to me that the vast majority of people who want to kill people actually don't have a good reason..."

[primewadewilson]

"And I took out a yakuza crime boss and his goons, and they haven't even seen any prison time, if you know what I mean." Wade flashed a smug grin and a playful wink. "Would you have tried to stop the person who put that Yakuza bosses name on that gold card, or would you have let it go?" Wade asked as he sat back, taking a sip of his soda. "Because murder is murder is murder, Spidey. The world ain't gonna stop turnin' just because people kill other people. The whole sense of right and wrong is a made up moral concept made by humans to govern other humans. Frankly it's exhausting, keeping up with these damn morals. I ain't got time for that shenanigans." Wade prodded Peter's shoulder playfully before he dug back into his food. "N' besides, the best damn thing humanity ever came up with was tacos. Tacos and sex." Wade said through a mouthful of food.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I've been to plenty of therapy, thank you very much. Eating my feelings is fine. It's not like I can fight them out, or go on murder sprees, like some people.... And I like sitting on rooftops... they're high up, quiet, you can see everything..."

Peter mutters to himself as Wade lets him in and he sits on the couch. He immediately pulls his mask up past his nose and takes a taco from the bag, unwrapping and devouring it ravenously, talking with his mouth full.

"I'll take a coke. The brown fizzy kind. And wash your hands please, I'm allergic to the white powdery kind..."

A moan can be heard from the other room. "Fuck, man. These are good. I have to remember that food truck. If you don't buy them out every day, that is."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smiled as he grabbed two cans of coke out of the fridge, setting them aside as he listened to Peter talk. Sure, he's been to therapy, yet the man seems to like his attention and plays it off as if he's disgusted by him half the time. "Alright judgy mcjudgerson. We both know that vigilantism rides a fine line between what is legal and what's not, with the right to enforce your perception of justice, right? Your perception of justice is different than mine, so how are you no better than me? How can you be the hand of the law and say the way I seek justice is worse than yours?" Wade turned around, leaning himself back against the kitchen counter as he cracked open his can of pop, taking a sip. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on the counter a few moments later when Peter asked him to wash his hands. "Alright, daddy. I will, just for you." Wade said with a smartass smirk and a wink before he turned to wash his hands quickly, only to stop when he heard Peter moan and comment on the taco. "Do you only moan like that for your food, or can I hear that again in my bed?" Wade asked as he dried off his hands and grabbed their drinks, joining Peter on the sofa.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter rolls his eyes, finishing the last bite and picking up another taco to unwrap. But he smiles and blushes a little, the hangry having been cut back already, his moodiness somewhat abated.

"I only sound like that if you're doing a really good job. And whoever cooked this, did."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully now.

"Our senses of justice might be different, but at least I don't act like I'm solely responsible for doling out punishment. I'm only there because the cops aren't doing their job. I still believe in the justice system, a jury of your peers, an impartial judge. At least in theory...I just help them get the right bad guys, not the poor saps who are dealing dope to buy baby wipes. That's why I don't like to use force unless I have to, because who knows what people are going through, you know? I don't think just anybody deserves to get their teeth mashed in. Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe they got roped into a gang as kids. You never know."

He takes another bite, stopping to close his eyes and relish it.

"...And believe me, I can deal force if I want to. I have to pull every punch, at least on normal humans. I could easily kill people, so fighting is usually more an exercise in restraint than catharsis."

He smirks a little, not looking at Wade, but wondering what the immortal Merc with self-destructive tendencies thinks about his little humble-brag.

[primewadewilson]

Wade raised a brow, remembering Peter had made that exact same noise when he was getting railed in the pedo's penthouse and a smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed another taco from the bag. He unwrapped it and started eating, sitting back on the sofa. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, getting comfortable. "Hey, more power to ya for your moral compass. I just merc who I'm paid to merc. No-good cheating scumbag of a husband is on that card? Got it. Abusive boyfriend? Sure. Only thing I won't go near is kids. And I trust the American judicial system as much as I trust my own damn mind, buddy. If I gotta be judge, jury and executioner for a fuckwit who was dumb enough to piss someone off to get their name on a gold card, then they might as well deserve it. I just like doin' my homework on why they got their name on that card in the first place." Wade shrugged, only to cackle when Peter mentioned pulling his punches. "Oh, I know you pull your punches, Petey. Been punched by a few of you spidey-folks before and one of 'em did not pull his punches. Took me a few hours to recover from the hole in my chest, but you guys aren't takin' me down that easy." Wade smirked and gave Peter a playful wink.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Hey, you asked." He shrugs and sips his coke with a satisfied slurp. "I do have a moral code. Maybe it's my own construction, different from the cops. But at the end of the day, I don't think I'm above the law. I don't think anyone is."

He shakes his head in amusement. "You must have really pissed that spider person off for a full-force chest punch."

He eyes Wade with a raised eyebrow, then turns his body on the couch to face him more.

"At least you have some morals, too. You don't just whore your skills to the highest bidder. Is there any other reason you'd pass on a job, besides kids?"

[primewadewilson]

"So you'd follow the law if it said it's illegal to wear slippers in public after 10pm? Or what about eating peanuts and walking backwards at concerts? That's illegal. It's illegal for a donkey to sleep in a bathtub in Brooklyn. Would you follow those laws? Cause I'd break that shit in an instant. Hell, I think I broke a few of those already." Wade chuckled and shrugged, grabbing a burrito from the bag and taking a large bite. Wade stopped chewing mid-bite at Peter's question, trying to think of a reason for him not to merc someone that wasn't a kid. He pressed his lips into a hard line, chewing on his food again as he sat back on the couch, lost in thought. "Well, I ain't gonna merc a woman for stealing a can of formula. Not gonna merc someone if they killed a cop, cause fuck cops and the racist system they work in. I'll merc a racist in a heartbeat though." Wade shrugged again and went back to eating his burrito happily. "And the spider-person that punched me? Dared him to do it. Wanted to see how much restraint you spider-folk really have." Wade chuckled and winked.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I've been to plenty of therapy, thank you very much. Eating my feelings is fine. It's not like I can fight them out, or go on murder sprees, like some people.... And I like sitting on rooftops... they're high up, quiet, you can see everything..."

Peter mutters to himself as Wade lets him in and he sits on the couch. He immediately pulls his mask up past his nose and takes a taco from the bag, unwrapping and devouring it ravenously, talking with his mouth full.

"I'll take a coke. The brown fizzy kind. And wash your hands please, I'm allergic to the white powdery kind..."

A moan can be heard from the other room. "Fuck, man. These are good. I have to remember that food truck. If you don't buy them out every day, that is."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smiled as he grabbed two cans of coke out of the fridge, setting them aside as he listened to Peter talk. Sure, he's been to therapy, yet the man seems to like his attention and plays it off as if he's disgusted by him half the time. "Alright judgy mcjudgerson. We both know that vigilantism rides a fine line between what is legal and what's not, with the right to enforce your perception of justice, right? Your perception of justice is different than mine, so how are you no better than me? How can you be the hand of the law and say the way I seek justice is worse than yours?" Wade turned around, leaning himself back against the kitchen counter as he cracked open his can of pop, taking a sip. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on the counter a few moments later when Peter asked him to wash his hands. "Alright, daddy. I will, just for you." Wade said with a smartass smirk and a wink before he turned to wash his hands quickly, only to stop when he heard Peter moan and comment on the taco. "Do you only moan like that for your food, or can I hear that again in my bed?" Wade asked as he dried off his hands and grabbed their drinks, joining Peter on the sofa.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter rolls his eyes, finishing the last bite and picking up another taco to unwrap. But he smiles and blushes a little, the hangry having been cut back already, his moodiness somewhat abated.

"I only sound like that if you're doing a really good job. And whoever cooked this, did."

He takes another bite and chews more thoughtfully now.

"Our senses of justice might be different, but at least I don't act like I'm solely responsible for doling out punishment. I'm only there because the cops aren't doing their job. I still believe in the justice system, a jury of your peers, an impartial judge. At least in theory...I just help them get the right bad guys, not the poor saps who are dealing dope to buy baby wipes. That's why I don't like to use force unless I have to, because who knows what people are going through, you know? I don't think just anybody deserves to get their teeth mashed in. Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe they got roped into a gang as kids. You never know."

He takes another bite, stopping to close his eyes and relish it.

"...And believe me, I can deal force if I want to. I have to pull every punch, at least on normal humans. I could easily kill people, so fighting is usually more an exercise in restraint than catharsis."

He smirks a little, not looking at Wade, but wondering what the immortal Merc with self-destructive tendencies thinks about his little humble-brag.

[primewadewilson]

Wade raised a brow, remembering Peter had made that exact same noise when he was getting railed in the pedo's penthouse and a smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed another taco from the bag. He unwrapped it and started eating, sitting back on the sofa. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, getting comfortable. "Hey, more power to ya for your moral compass. I just merc who I'm paid to merc. No-good cheating scumbag of a husband is on that card? Got it. Abusive boyfriend? Sure. Only thing I won't go near is kids. And I trust the American judicial system as much as I trust my own damn mind, buddy. If I gotta be judge, jury and executioner for a fuckwit who was dumb enough to piss someone off to get their name on a gold card, then they might as well deserve it. I just like doin' my homework on why they got their name on that card in the first place." Wade shrugged, only to cackle when Peter mentioned pulling his punches. "Oh, I know you pull your punches, Petey. Been punched by a few of you spidey-folks before and one of 'em did not pull his punches. Took me a few hours to recover from the hole in my chest, but you guys aren't takin' me down that easy." Wade smirked and gave Peter a playful wink.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I've been to plenty of therapy, thank you very much. Eating my feelings is fine. It's not like I can fight them out, or go on murder sprees, like some people.... And I like sitting on rooftops... they're high up, quiet, you can see everything..."

Peter mutters to himself as Wade lets him in and he sits on the couch. He immediately pulls his mask up past his nose and takes a taco from the bag, unwrapping and devouring it ravenously, talking with his mouth full.

"I'll take a coke. The brown fizzy kind. And wash your hands please, I'm allergic to the white powdery kind..."

A moan can be heard from the other room. "Fuck, man. These are good. I have to remember that food truck. If you don't buy them out every day, that is."

[primewadewilson]

Wade smiled as he grabbed two cans of coke out of the fridge, setting them aside as he listened to Peter talk. Sure, he's been to therapy, yet the man seems to like his attention and plays it off as if he's disgusted by him half the time. "Alright judgy mcjudgerson. We both know that vigilantism rides a fine line between what is legal and what's not, with the right to enforce your perception of justice, right? Your perception of justice is different than mine, so how are you no better than me? How can you be the hand of the law and say the way I seek justice is worse than yours?" Wade turned around, leaning himself back against the kitchen counter as he cracked open his can of pop, taking a sip. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on the counter a few moments later when Peter asked him to wash his hands. "Alright, daddy. I will, just for you." Wade said with a smartass smirk and a wink before he turned to wash his hands quickly, only to stop when he heard Peter moan and comment on the taco. "Do you only moan like that for your food, or can I hear that again in my bed?" Wade asked as he dried off his hands and grabbed their drinks, joining Peter on the sofa.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"I was thinking maybe a rooftop, but I guess that works... Don't breathe the meat, dude."

Peter pats Wade hard on the back while he's coughing. He frowns as he follows him, fidgeting with the food in his hands. This was entirely not what he meant, but the prospect of tacos is way too good to argue.

"I have done all those things while eating a taco," he counters. "Mostly because eating was my only recourse besides kicking someone's teeth in."

And because he's chronically hungry. And constantly eating. He's felt every possible human emotion while eating. Yes, even that one.

[primewadewilson]

"Ya never know who could be on a rooftop, Spidey. Maybe Daredevil. I heard he likes to sit on rooftops. Same with Batman. Crime barely happens on roofs! It happens under them!" Wade exclaimed as he jiggled knob on the door to his tiny studio apartment. It opened easily, and Wade motioned for Peter to follow him up the stairs. "C'mon, first door on the right." Wade said, only to stop right at his front door and turn to give Peter the most perplexed look. "Then you've never had a damn good taco. Or you got more problems than me, bud. Which now I'm worried...have you seen a therapist? Shit ...why am I suggesting a therapist? Don't listen to me, spidey. I'm the furthest thing from a mental health expert you could have! Anyways...These tacos aren't getting any warmer!" Wade shrugged as he shoved open the door to his apartment, tossing the paper bags on the coffee table as he went to go fish some drinks out for the two of them. "What would ya like to drink? I got some coke, beer, uh....more coke. a bag of co--oh that's where I put it! I've been lookin for you! I'll do you later, beautiful. Not in front of my sexy guest though." Wade poked the bag of white powder before he tossed it back in the fridge to probably forget about later.

[primewadewilson]

It was never too early for tacos, and Wade's craving for them started at around 9 am. The downside was, it actually was too early for tacos, as his usual taco truck wasn't even open yet. So he decided to camp out and wait for someone to show up, playing some boring game on his phone to pass the time as he sat on a nearby park bench. Wade had been sitting at the park bench for about an hour when someone finally showed up to start prepping for the day. He was looking to buy out their entire stock with the money he got from his most recent job a few days ago, because yes, that's what he always did with his money. Terrible planning? Probably, but the freezer was always stocked with food and it was damn good. So fuck it. "Hey Wade, here for your usual?" The worker asked as he started setting up some meat to cook. "Lookin to see what I can get for uh....$300 worth of tacos and burritos? Whatcha got for me today?" Wade set three $100 bills on the counter and the worker happily took it. "Can get you going on 10 burritos and 30 tacos. How's that sound? I'll even throw in two quesadillas for you. What meat would you like?" The worker asked as he started more prep work, grabbing a stack of flour and corn tortillas. "Surprise me, my friend! I'm not picky." Wade grinned and sat back as the worker got to prepping for the day and started on his order.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

Peter's swinging through the city, not exactly his usual route, when he smells delicious Mexican wafting around a corner. His stomach instantly growls. But when he turns the corner....

"Oh. You."

Crap. Crap and double crap. This is fucking awkward. Peter stands by the truck, arms crossed and staring at Wade, ignoring his growling stomach for the moment.

[primewadewilson]

Wade wasn't expecting anyone else to join him in line at the taco truck this early, but he was wrong. Wade was waiting on his second bag of tacos, his mouth currently busy chowing down on a fresh al pastor taco when he heard a familiar voice. "Spidey! Hey, long time no see! Want a taco or two? I got plenty! Should feed me for like...3 days." Wade shrugged, digging through a bag for a few foil-wrapped tacos. He held out a few with a grin, just trying to be friendly for once. Usually he didn't share his tacos, but after the fun he and spidey had in that penthouse suite the other day, he figured he should at least offer some food as thanks.

[bstandsforbabydaddy]

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Peter accepts the foil wrapped offering. He goes to lift up his mask to eat, then his brain catches up and registers that it's a bad idea in public.

"Can we, maybe, go somewhere more private?"

He looks around, nervously, at the cook in the truck and the customers milling around. He's eyeing a nearby fire escape. Then he frowns back at Wade.

"...Wait. Three days? You buy that many at once???"

[primewadewilson]

Wade grinned as he wolfed down his first taco, happy that Peter accepted his peace offering. Would Peter consider it a peace offering? He knew their first meeting was a bit messy, in more ways than one, but this time, he wasn't on a job. There was nothing for Peter to be ashamed of, or try to hide from. Wade stopped chewing another mouthful of taco when Peter asked if they could go somewhere more private. He swallowed his food down as quickly as he could, coughing and spluttering around a large bite he probably should have chewed up a bit more before he cleared his airway. "Yeah," Cough. Cough. "My place is around the corner. It ain't much, but," Cough. "'s enough." Wade shrugged as the worker rang the little hand bell signifying that his order was done and two more bags were sitting in the window for him. Wade snatched the bags up easily with a grin. "Yes. Tacos are life, spidey! Have you ever cried while eating a taco? Or angrily eaten a taco? If you said yes to any of those questions, it wasn't really a taco." Wade frowned, motioning with his head to follow him down the sidewalk and around the corner to his shitty little apartment.